![]() Broken Little BallerinaA Poem by CoconutSprinkles08![]() A poem about a true friend who has been through so much pain...![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Her name is Kristina. I remember seeing her for the first time. I remember this feeling, A burning inside, That told me to meet her, To be by her side. That told me her heart Was more broken than mine. That her story wasn't over Unless I don't try. Soon she opened up, Told me her dark past Of screams and broken glass, The scrape of her grandmother's ring Against her face, Of her hopes and dreams, Riped apart, By hateful fate. Before I met her I never knew What it truly meant To step into another's shoe. To walk in their skin A million miles, To know others hide pain Behind precious smiles. It seems almost a movie; She's insecure But hides angelic talent. She never ignores me too; She listens to me more Than my family, Than my "friends" do. I know she deserves better than this: Abuse, Neglect, Expectations that can never be met. She makes me wonder If my tears have been wasted, If I've surrendered, To obsolete woes, To childish worries. It seems like we're all in a hurry To cry our own pains away While others are dying In a bloodier, grayer fate. I know she's stronger than me. How's she never taken to the blade Really surprised me, Amazingly. I guess it's safe to say That there's still hope for the hopeless Even in our darkest days All because of that girl, Hiding away her pain, Singing to death in the rain, Trying to find someone Who will want her... A broken little ballerina... Kristina ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() © 2011 CoconutSprinkles08Author's Note
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1 Review Added on May 28, 2011 Last Updated on May 28, 2011 Author![]() CoconutSprinkles08Small Town, NHAbout"Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music." Angela Monet "Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth." Henry David Thoreau “It is.. more..Writing
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