The innocence and curiosity.
A girl trapped in her very own city.
Entranced by sparks of electricity
Will later suffer from one's own self-pity.
For so long she would wonder,
Who's world is she happier.
Is his world sappier?
What time would he appear?
They were all hidden inside.
Neglected by her own mind.
Unknown to her what she'd find,
In someone's sad world she shined.
The innocence and curiosity.
Him and her in their very own city.
The familiarity of the known electricity.
All was good for him, 'til she outgrew the ecstacy.
After time, one will stay behind.
The other will try to be kind.
Until they remind
Her of her own mind.
The normalized constantly forced to strain,
Now always reminded of the caused pain,
Innocent white clothes littered with a stain,
Disturbs the familiar like stormy rain.
In a time with an end
and no clue how to spend
The effort one lends
Yet insides dont mend.
As the similar patterns repeat,
She'd never cease to end incomplete.
As endless searches tire her feet,
She now resents the skip of a beat.
Now she is done with the tears she'd always shed,
Exhausted by the feelings she'd always lend.
Yet deep inside she wishes a happy end,
Like maybe someone to force her heart to mend.
Magenta, red and pink.
Pages now, stained with ink.
A face and thought that link,
Emotions forced to shrink.
So strange how this repeats in nature.
'Til the host would completely mature,
Beyond one's exposed, outer stature.
But for now, it's a constant lecture.
The inside masked with a resentful grunt,
Here, an ending of time she does not want,
Now, his world she refuses to confront,
For her heart is exhausted by the hunt.
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PoesíaThis is my Poem and Short Stories book! These poems and short stories are all made by me so please DONT copy them. If your going to use them for a book please ask me for permission through PM(private message) PS. The content of this book can get a...
