She may be a star that shines so bright,
But she cries herself every night,
Her tears are blocking her sight,
She's looking for a fire to give her light.
She may be as happy as you see,
But she's dying to the highest degree,
She just wanted to be free,
Behind a cold bar of sadness, she's a detainee.
Have you seen her without a mask,
That plasters a very sweet smile,
Have you held her hand and asked,
"how can you fake it as you walk in the aisle?".
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The Untold
PoetryA collection of lame one shot stories, ugly poems, and random thoughts. In short, a collection of trashes.
