She…
When you look at her you see,
A pretty laughing face
She is but an epitome of pain
When she is in her space
What you see is an ideal girl
Who’s loyal to her kin
While there she suffocates in silence
Digging those manicured nails into her skin
You see her with her blue-eyed boy
A picture of perfection
While her heart longs for so desperately
For that dark, unachievable man
With dreams in her heart she started out
Dreams that have faded to dust
Now she lives in the memories of a make-believe world
Battling an insanity that forever shall last..
When you look at her you see,
A pretty laughing face
She is but an epitome of pain
When she is in her space
What you see is an ideal girl
Who’s loyal to her kin
While there she suffocates in silence
Digging those manicured nails into her skin
You see her with her blue-eyed boy
A picture of perfection
While her heart longs for so desperately
For that dark, unachievable man
With dreams in her heart she started out
Dreams that have faded to dust
Now she lives in the memories of a make-believe world
Battling an insanity that forever shall last..
1 comment:
You have an inexplicably clever way with words, and I've always found your poetry nothing short of being brilliant..
Liked the way you've painted this picture of a psyche in hidden turmoil. A masterpiece indeed.
Keep em coming!
Cheers!
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