Poor gothic angel going through life with torn black wings
Broken I love yous pour from her heart
And crimson drops from her ripped canvas skin
The hands of regret and agony claw at her frail soul
She screams her aching heart out
But they're all unaware of her cries and sobs
Tears of black mascara burn her face
Long sleeves hide her mutilated wrist
She dreads what's hidden underneath
She takes a swing at the mirror
And she watches as the pieces of the wretched reflection shatters
There is no saving her crying soul
There is no cleaning the bloody mess that she has become
Poor gothic angel going through her life with torn black wings...
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dunno what to say about this. just tell me what u think...
Written May 22nd, 2006
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Thanks hun, for your wonderful comment. Yea in a way it's personal. Some situations inspire this a little bit. Thanks for commenting!
Isabel
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Awwwwwwwwwwwww!! This was really really sad. Extra sad because i can relate to it.
I loved 'She screams her aching heart out
But they're all unaware of her cries and sobs'
Verrrrry beautifulm and the ending was really good
Well done
I hope iss not personal
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I honestly loved it. Absolutely amazing
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Thanks for commenting
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I LOVE IT KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK!!!!!!!!!
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