But there it is,
the emotions she felt;
filled with hatred and sadness,
that the skies couldn't pelt;
for she was so saddened,
by the loss of her girth;
while the skies up above,
played sadness of her mirth;
leaving her crying,
while so wicked they came;
for inside she was dying,
as they claimed her insane;
and she had borne enough,
of all those silly verses;
for there was enough,
pushing her in immerses;
as she had become accustomed,
to all those feverish lies;
she had grown into living,
with all those sinful cries;
and she does not deserve,
to lie inside this pit;
for she possesses no curve,
of evil inside her wit;
but none understood her,
so she stood and she cried,
but none understood her,
so there she finally died.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
