The beauty that one was, no longer there,
Never gone but hidden,
No where to turn to,
No where to run,
I feel them always trying to get to me,
I forever feel helpless against the wickedness of the world,
Only to cry myself every night,
To whisper, it'll be alright,
My tears roll down unto the silver,
And as I lie awake,
I know its my final time,
And I let go for the first time to find peace.
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beautifully broken
HororI hope that whom ever reads this story, will like it. please comment and vote, these are beautiful short stories and poems in free verse. i can never know what pain you guys went through, and neither can you feel my pain, but i hope to comfort you a...
