Big bold eyes,
Effortless lies.
She hides in her room
And secretly cries.
Everyday a part of her dies.
She screams,
Not in pain.
She screams,
It goes in vain.
She waits for the rain,
She walks down the memory lane.
All the pleasant memories,
Doesn't ease the pain.
She closes her eyes,
Tears pour down like the rain.
She tries to put on a fake smile,
But everytime she steps out
It goes in vain.
She waits for the rain.
She waits
The rain washes away the dirt,
Maybe it's time she starts to flirt.
She's scared
He cares
She cries
A part of him dies.
He makes her smile
She wants to believe
Being happy is not a crime.
He gives her a reason to live,
She gives him a reason to love.
They make each other laugh.
a/n: I wanted to write something happy but I find it much easier to write about these stuff. Anyone else have problem writing happy stuff or find it difficult to write when they are happy?
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Just Another Girl ~ a collection of my personal thoughts (poems)
PoesíaWhat the title says.
