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She
Just a girl with know one by her side,
People care and urge to help she just wont open her eyes.
The only help she feels she needs is another cigarette,
Knowing it'll help for only a short while not sure how far shell get.
She just wanted a shoulder to cry on and someone that wouldn't leave her.
She's to blind to see that he has been here waiting as she asked of him,
Scared of his choices he has made she refuses to let him in.
She opens her eyes and know one in sight just how she had imagined,
Just as her eyes close she hears his voice and wonders how this has happened.
He stuck through to the end hoping she could hear his desperate cries,
"Your not the only one who's been locking people out there whole lives."
She feels a sense of love but she could never be sure,
She hates to hear that awful foreign word.
Love...

She leaves him a note,
My Dearest I will forever be with you in your heart,
But here is where I must depart.
She closes her eyes and hope for the worst,
But she didn't realize he's the one who jumped first.........
How i've been feeling lately I guess.
Her name was Maybelle Brown. She fell in the lake one morning and drown. Every night they hear her retchid sounds. She screams and screams, a demon she has been deemed. She stares back at you with a porcelain face and bright blue eyes, lurks in the mist with no blue skies, cry and find her as you hear her cries. Dead since eighteen eighty five not one soul in the lake has been found alive.
Will you join me for a dive?
Just something I made up
 Apr 2016 The Winter Jester
m i a
her words are slurred
and her vision's nothing but a blur
she begans to think
maybe it was an after effect of a couple of drinks,
but no this was different,
her drunken thoughts were interrupted when an unknown man links
arms with her,
he slowly began to lures,
her closer and closer
towards him,
her mind started to swim,
with ***** thoughts,
she tried to scream,
but her voice was caught
in fears,
and streams of tears,
he whispers in her ear,
telling her don't worry dear,
i'm not going to hurt you,
i promise you, you hear?
she nodded
in surrender,
as he plotted
ways to ruin her,
and into the dark,
they dissappeared together,
and in the night, a thief was born,
as a innocent girl was
physically,
emitionally,
and mentally,
torn.
no one should have their purity and innocence, taken away because of ****. although this hasn't happened to me, i write for the voices who are still scarred and torn from it.
 Apr 2016 The Winter Jester
m i a
your grades do not define you
your grades do not define
your grades do not
*your grades do.
school is one of the leading causes for over- stresssed teens, your grades don't define you. You are greater than a couple of numbers.
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