November 10, 2011
She's scared.
She feels alone.
Through her trials, she's faired.
Her heart is no longer her own.

When the moon begins to rise
She allows her tears to fall.
Lying alone, she cries.
Only the night hears her call.

waiting for the worst
She prays.
With all this weight, she's cursed
Still her fear stays.

Her memory is weak
As is she.
She's afraid to speak.
She wants only to be free.

Free of this pain.
Free of her fears.
Her mind has been stained
By the man whom she was reared.

Inside the girl aches.
She is weak, but she tries.
Outside the girl fakes.
Confined inside herself, she dies.

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youngspeare said...
Dec. 11, 2011 at 5:45 am
wow! This poem is utterly amazing! 5/5 stars! You sure are talented, don't ever stop writing :) 
Please check out my poem "Ghosts of the Past" and rate/comment? Would really appreciate it!
musiclover71 said...
Nov. 28, 2011 at 6:47 pm
Amazing! I can't wait to read more! :)
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