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Poetry
Girl
Look at the girl,
Stare into her eyes.
You see the torment,
The pain you gave her.
Observe the reddend eyes,
The ratted hair,
The saddened face of the girl,
Who was never loved.
She's not as young as you think,
But she's old enough.
She still needs attention.
But do not give her such a pleasure.
Hands reaching,
She wants to be held.
Forget her and ridicule her more.
You like that.
No hugs in the morning,
No hugs at night.
Just forget that girl in the corner,
The girl trying to hold on to some emotion,
Watch the girl die,
Cuts on her wrists deeper than your evil soul.
Observe the only angel,
That never made it to heaven.
Love is chaos
In my soul you plant the seed,
Not knowing the chaos you've baited.
My spirit does freely bleed,
But its pureness remains untainted.
A thousand years my young body does lie,
I've waited for you to cause,
My saddening tones to die.
The jests still continue without a pause.
Poor forgotten does not know,
The pain they've yet to drain,
What on the outside does not show,
Nor the hate yet to be slain.
My heart will not rest,
For your spirit needs,
To have a soul mark of your crest,
Remain in my love's immortal creed.
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