The teardrops run down,
and fall off her nose.
She cries in dark corners,
where nobody goes.
You can follow the tracks,
from her eyes to her chin.
Years upon years,
and letting them win.
Her eyes tell a story,
of anger and pain.
You think that she's happy,
well just look again.
The scars of her past,
hidden under her clothes.
They are a roadmap to places,
that nobody knows.
She's a master of disguise,
and you could see it all.
Just look deeply in her eyes.
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Rainthoughts [poetry]
Poetry[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...
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