Oh, how I miss the girl with bright eyes,
Not hiding behind a mask of smile
Not always trying to stay strong
Oh, how I miss the girl,
who never had a tear to shed..
Who didn't knew what was pain
Who didn't knew what was fear,
Oh, how I miss her innocence,
Her laugh brighter than sun..
Her eyes shining with fire,
Now dimmed by betrayal.
Oh, how I miss the girl,
who was never alone..
Now left behind, crumbling apart
Broken by life, But still fighting..
Oh how I miss the girl,
Who believed in fairytales..
Now she only trusted the stories of betrayal.
Oh, how I miss the girl she was.....
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The Demons That Follow
PoetryHi everyone I write poems in my free time..some are about me and some are not....I'm posting them here to get better at writing so I hope you guys enjoy them
