Her Highness of Hurt HeartsA Poem by Not here
She smiles and walks along.
Singing her song, a very sad song. It flows from her lips, and evermore drips, its sadness onto the world's strong. They cower from the sorrows they've heard because the rest of the world has become blurred. They've grown with too much power and lived among all flowers so that now they're spirits are slurred. What on earth can she do when all they, the people who spend every day living and singing, their songs ever bringing fake happiness, do never stay? It's a long road that she walks all alone, kicking solemnly down the street a stone. But she will never give in to all the reckless livin' because the world of pain is her thorny throne. There's a beauty in the pain that she fears and even though it won't last for many years, she knows that its worth it, though all the pain to unearth it will result in a life full of tears.
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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