I walk into church,
Wanting to pray for,
My poor, pathetic life.
As i walk,
What i notice once i sit down,
Is a beautiful girl sitting beside me,
And a tear rolls down her cheek,
That is stained with red.
Thinking of my life as,
Pathetic and poor,
Is just a sin.
Because this perfect girl,
Who always wears a smile,
Lost everything she had,
But she didnt cry,
She held her feelings inside.
Shes not one to show emotion,
Shes insecure,
Shes perfect,
Shes broken.
Shes praying for a better day,
She wants her nightmare to end,
It lasted too long.
How would i know?
Because that girl,
That praying girl,
That broken girl is me...
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Original Poems
PoetryHi, my name is Gabriela and I think I have a talent in writing poems, songs, and stories. So this is meant for showing my original poems. :) thanks for reading!!!!!!
