I met a girl with the quietest smile
The sweetest words
The most peculiar style
I met a girl with a hidden secret
And strong trust issues
But I swore I'd keep it
I met a girl with the shiniest skin
The sharpest lines
Showing her pain within
I met a girl with beaten in lips
From her "loving" parents,
The secret slips.
She's got a secret, for no one she'd tell,
How her bruises, cuts, mind and house
Are her own personal hell.
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Ramblings Of The Minds Eye
कविताThoughts spilt onto the flesh of books, creating the blood and soul of the story, and the message of the heart transfered to a subliminal text
