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Mar 2016 · 367
weak
lila smith Mar 2016
my broken heart beats
my tears don't define me
i am not weak for
my broken heart beats
i might be little but
i am not weak for
my broken heart beats
My knees might quake
my lips might shake
but i am not weak for
my broken heart beats
i might be weak
my broken heart
wont beat
i lied
i am weak
Mar 2016 · 269
Her
lila smith Mar 2016
Her
She sits in the corner
She has been there so long
Her souls has woven into the walls
The door cracks and in comes the light
It's been dark for so long
It causes her some fright
But this light is different
Than any she has seen before
It's another girl
Who is here to light up her ever lasting dark world
Curiosity peaks so she stands and walks over to meet
Her new lover
They are damaged and weak hearted
But they are meant for each other
In without the other they will no longer be
Because that is not how these two chose to be
The world may still be dark but nothing will tear these two apart
Hand in hand
They take on the world
These two beautiful girls
Together side by side
Forever
Mar 2016 · 231
Tonight
lila smith Mar 2016
Tonight she is sad
But that isn't all bad
These moods help her realize
She truly has gone mad
Mar 2016 · 218
Untitled
lila smith Mar 2016
Once there was a girl
Pretty little 8yr old
Bows in her hair
Happiness in her heart
Then this great big world
tore that little girl apart
Way to go society. You ruined me.
Mar 2016 · 272
Looking glass
lila smith Mar 2016
Peer into the looking glass
See your fear
See your pain
Watch your brain fade away
Open your heart
Open your chest
Take one last deep breath
Let the world go fuzzy
Allow yourself to relax
For this is you last time to gaze upon the looking glass
Mar 2016 · 237
its all me
lila smith Mar 2016
I hate this family
all we do is fight
I hate this family
they are way too nice
I hate this family
they care too much
I hate this family
they care none at all
I hate this family
they are a reflection of me
so I guess its not really them I hate
its me

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