Silly, naive, Victoria
spends her time on people
who use her for
her money,
as well as her kindness too.
She keeps her "friends" close
because she remembers
how it felt to
not have any at all.
Her heart slowly shrinks
its size quite disappointing now.
I saw her cry today
and I found no recognition.
She has changed.
Her heart grew.
She hurt today,
what a waste of mascara.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Silly, naive, Victoria
spends her time on people
who use her for
her money,
as well as her kindness too.
She keeps her "friends" close
because she remembers
how it felt to
not have any at all.
Her heart slowly shrinks
its size quite disappointing now.
I saw her cry today
and I found no recognition.
She has changed.
Her heart grew.
She hurt today,
what a waste of mascara.
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