booksbygabriel
Another poem I made, which I honestly based it on myself. She feels nothing- Like an empty book that once had a story of it's own. Emotions buried deep inside until her mind decided to take the throne. Hiding everything behind a dark brick wall, so no one notices a flaw. She was told not to complain, since every one of them had it worse. Now her mind mutes her in hard times, not wanting her emotions to disperse. She wears a face made of stone, wanting nothing but her mind to leave her alone. She forgets that she had a life to begin with, and starts to bury herself within. Now she's nothing but flesh and bones, her emotions are long gone.
MeEqualsBookWorm
HOLY CRAP YOU WRITE POETRY TOO??? This is getting scary. Also, BEAUTIFUL. That’s a good one
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