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What if I wanted to fight
Then turned around and laughed in your face
Tears of anger ruining my makeup
Dripping from my face
Falling to the glass floor
That break beneath my feet
Take me all in
Cause this is who I really am
Smiling
Cause Im on the brink of destruction.
The night engulfs me entirely
      It welcomes me with open arms
                I feel so alive in my slumber
too attractive for his own good
too attracted for my own good
this won't end well
You take and take
But it's never enough
What do you want from me?
I give and give
And it's tearing me apart
But I can't leave your icy touch
Because I want to fix you
Even though I'm broken.
Mother warned me not to fall for girls who turn their
bodies into a trick of light whenever you are with them.
“Careful with the pretty ones,” she would say. Smiles that can
launch a thousand ships and start civil wars were never any good.
“Be a lover, not a muse,” she would say. Careful of the girls
who love what you bring but never love who you are.
“The devil was an angel once,” she would say. He was pretty eyes
with an angelic voice and temptation in it's purest form.
Oh how mother knows best; how I never learned.
-V
Some prose poetry here :3
Pretty girl starts the year not knowing what to do
Pretty she may be,
Yet she doesn't have a clue
Pretty girl, though shy she feels okay,
With a smile, she makes it through her first day.

Months go by, time doesn't stop,
She finds her way to the top.
No longer shy, loved by all
Such a shame to see her fall.

It starts on a day like any other
This time pretty girl disobeys her mother.
She lies to her, sneaks out at night,
And finds herself neath pale moonlight.

She meets new faces she hasn't seen before,
New they may be yet they influence her.
Taking their word that everything is alright,
She doesn't scream, doesn't cry, she doesn't even fight.

She takes everything they give her
With a smile on her face
Now pretty girl doesn't see the mistakes that she makes.

No longer perfect, she is undone
Bags under eyes, yet she still has her fun.
Her parents notice, her friends do too,
She tells them "leave me alone, its nothing to you!"

She runs away from school and from home,
She is feeling scared, pretty girl is alone.
Walking the streets every night and day,
Selling her love thinking everything's okay.


Tears in her eyes, a man by her side,
Beer in hand,
Packets of ******* she tries to hide.

This wasn't what she wanted from life,
Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out the knife.
She's had enough, she slits her wrists and falls to the floor,
Closing her eyes with her last breath, pretty girl no more.
-V
So yeah my first poem not sure if it's good or not :3
I'm scared of what you might feel
If you truly looked into my eyes
And saw the little devil
That sleeps within me
So don't look
Pretend you don't see
Instead only notice the sweet angel
I pretend to be.
Red lipstick
Dripping black
Trying to mask
Her rotting soul
Big  brown eyes
Lifeless and dull
Hidden by her
Bright radiant smile
Dead on the inside
But alive on the out.

— The End —