Death
That's the word that scaries her the most
Whenever she hears it, her purple eyes go wide with fear that could freeze your Bones to stone
She has never told a lie
Because she's afraid that she might just die
Bruises and cuts scar on her face, arms and ankles as she gazes up at the wide, crystal blue sky that stretches hugely around the world
She's always bullied at school and she never gets to say, "I'm sorry", when she makes mistakes
au when she's at home, she's never treated like the other girls in her school except treated like a slave for her parents' sake
She feels lonely when she's alone
Angry when her parents demand things of her au take control
Her very soul
Fragile and full of both ultimate torment and ceasing moto that burns within her
She feels like a piece of doll
Waiting in the corner to play with her owner
If wewe looked closely at her, especially at her eyes, wewe will only see emptiness surrounded in her violet pupils
She has never been loved
Nor has she never been treated like the others
She is a Lost little dove
Hovering and waiting desperately somewhere for someone to give her colors
A sign, maybe ...
Anything
This is her story, what's yours?
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.:Author's Note:. This poem is about another story that I'm going to publish in Dream Diary but not now :)
Thanks for kusoma & maoni are welcomed!
T.C & G.B,
FlOrAnNiE f.
That's the word that scaries her the most
Whenever she hears it, her purple eyes go wide with fear that could freeze your Bones to stone
She has never told a lie
Because she's afraid that she might just die
Bruises and cuts scar on her face, arms and ankles as she gazes up at the wide, crystal blue sky that stretches hugely around the world
She's always bullied at school and she never gets to say, "I'm sorry", when she makes mistakes
au when she's at home, she's never treated like the other girls in her school except treated like a slave for her parents' sake
She feels lonely when she's alone
Angry when her parents demand things of her au take control
Her very soul
Fragile and full of both ultimate torment and ceasing moto that burns within her
She feels like a piece of doll
Waiting in the corner to play with her owner
If wewe looked closely at her, especially at her eyes, wewe will only see emptiness surrounded in her violet pupils
She has never been loved
Nor has she never been treated like the others
She is a Lost little dove
Hovering and waiting desperately somewhere for someone to give her colors
A sign, maybe ...
Anything
This is her story, what's yours?
______________________________________________________________________________________
.:Author's Note:. This poem is about another story that I'm going to publish in Dream Diary but not now :)
Thanks for kusoma & maoni are welcomed!
T.C & G.B,
FlOrAnNiE f.