A Girl.
She surpassed all her fears,
She didn't have anymore tears.
She stood up on her feet,
It was the way her heart beat.
She started running,
Leaving those cunning,
Her nightmares were gone,
Which left her thumping.
She stood out among all,
Making all those evils fall.
She faced her fears,
Instead of running away,
Like a dear.
She faced it all,
She's strong enough and ain't fall.
Now, she's a grown up woman.
Whom the world gladly respects.
To whom the world once called,
An annoying wreck.
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
