Your eyes grew dark and powerful,
your erson became unknown with darkness,
your hold became too strong your brightness became cold,
your name too frightful so you became the one,
you were fully evil without a doubt,
your voices lost its softness and became a shout
your nails from clean and glean to a dirty green
your nails now dark, keen and mean,
you wanted me to be your queen but it wasn't in my gene
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
PoetryThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
