Saturday, June 6, 2009

Lonely Lady

She always cried to reveal pains
But no one could hear that
That is the way she grown up

Sometimes she would dream and it was a night mare
She wanted to bleed from her heart
she carved her dreams in to her deepest skin.

Her pains were in a diary,under the pillow
Would let no one see it,she could still see it
It was all of hers,she loved it.

she always imagined crazy things
People tired to crop her craziness
They asked "Why cant you be practical?"

But now they had stopped pushing
She was crushed
And stiffed to the cold.

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