The Poem Story
Her bright blue eyes, now smeared in make up.Her angelic face pale as the break up.
The cuts on her wrists , you held with care.
Still the loneliness she owned was still there.
She's writing notes in her book.
That book you never read before.
These things took you back.
Your touch to her wrists, she'll twich.
No matter how many stiches she'll fall apart.
It's killing her that you are with the other girl.
Her envy is growing stonger.
Still she can't find a way to become stronger,
because she fell apart for you.
Because you broke her.
Can you fix this problem?
Can you help her now?
Can you wrap her wounds?
Is it possible
for you to help now
you tore her in two.
you broke her down to the end,
you can't help but wonder is she okay.
"You see that girl over there?
The one with the eyes caked in make up?"
She looked up at you while you spoke to the boy next to you.
"The girl you broke and torn apart.?" She asks.
The boy says,"You mean the one that doesn't exsist? I think I'll sit with her."
Her angelic murder begins again.
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