She hides and cries
Hurts inside and outside
While the storm outside
Is really inside
Wailing across her face
Ripping off her innocence
And turning her to a
Skeleton
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
