I want to see that girl,
the girl that doesn't have
so many parts that are gloomy
without tattoos, without leather jacket
without short hair, without dye
without punky accessories,
without the tomboyish traits,
without anger, without frowns
without masks,
without black, without boots
without demons, without scars;
the girl in a beach dress
a garland tiara on her head
with wavy long locks, once I had
walking barefoot, laughing and may be happy;
in the dream somewhat the girl resembled me.
Dream, it was just a dream.
-She anguished out as for that kind of girl deserved to be his friend not what she is.
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THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
