Her Hear is Black,
Its Frozen Cold.
In the middle is a Crack,
Her Sold is Sold.
Her story was never told,
Her dream was never thought of.
Something yet to behold,
She waits in hell to be sent above.
She will never fall in love,
Her soul is deadly cursed.
She died from cuts and loss of blood,
The blood is what she thirsts.
She may have suffered from the worst,
But the worst is yet to happen.
She was never nursed,
No one stopped the cuts on her wrist.
If only her heart wasnt broken,
She could of had the voice to be Spoken!!!
Author notes
I wrote this from thoughts!!!
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WOW! i really liked this one. I wasjust serching through random poems and i found this one.
Yay! I'm glad i found it. Great Job!!! -
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