You're a lonely star.
You distance yourself so far apart,
Yet I hear all of your echoes of silence.
Your outlook is dark,
But your voice is so vibrant.
Your eyes are soulless and sad.
With a heart made out of glass.
You have the voice of an angel,
But the words of the devil.
You whisper wicked words.
You got your money and fame.
You got all that you wished for,
But your life is still a wicked game.
You follow the sidewalks in your life,
Because they never tell you lies.
You are perpetual,
You are intellectual,
You are the angel,
That everyone wishes to have.
-Jocelynn Conway-Layman
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My Composition of Broken
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. My poems are distinct from one another. However, the two poems I'll be featuring aren't my own work, but they were written about me by a special person, and because I treasure them so much, I wanted to share the exc...
