![]() [Hazelnut Suspicions]A Poem by panheadpigmentsWhen the pain leads to scars. When it threatens suicide. You know that she needs love. Her heart burns for truth, and where it abides. ~ Her old ballet slippers, hanging from the closet door. Beaten and ratty, just like her soul. Her emotions so sore. ~ She can't feel beautiful, If she's covered with greif. Her nightmares, haunt her as she sleeps. Her tears turn black, as she weaps. ~ She watches with pain, as all other girls smile. She scowls, as she, only feels hatred, and jealousy. Her compassion like bile. © 2011 panheadpigments |
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Added on May 24, 2011Last Updated on May 24, 2011 Author
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