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Feb 2013
She could walk like this forever
Away from all the hurt
Telling truths and cutting ties
Her lone feet slapping the dirt

This is not the life she wanted
Denial oozing in her wake
With no love her heart is haunted
All she feels is fake

But she can see a light in the tunnel
She prays it’s not a train
With these monsters on her heal
She runs for it again

Life was kind this time it seems
There was no train to run her over
Instead stood a boy with eyes that gleamed
Holding a four leaf clover

The heavens smiled as he took her hand
The pain just melted away
This bliss took her to a faraway land
But she’ll have to return some day

Her problems haven’t vanished
They sit watching her like vultures
When she’s all alone she panics
The pressure forcing her down from her shoulders

Her boy is a ray of sunshine
Blocking out the rain
But the sun always goes down sometime
In the darkness she’s afraid

Eyes stare from all directions
Accusations seem to linger
Her life is not her own anymore
With so many pointing fingers

Her heart was shattered years ago
Raw emotions just hers to keep
Just because her wounds don’t show
Doesn’t mean they don’t go deep

Splintered glass strewn across the floor
Tender feet won’t dare to step
Her golden boy is heroic though
She couldn’t bare it if he wept

Her soul’s made up of jagged pieces
Merely smoothed by her fake smiles
Those who get close can feel the grazes
To stop the pain they’d have to walk miles

Living would be unbearable
If the boy was ever scratched
Being broken’s already terrible
Hurting him’s like touching a match

How could someone so beautiful
Be in love with one so tainted?
He’s innocent and wonderful
For herself she’s filled with hatred

The fear is closing in now
She starts doing what she does best
Running away without making a sound
Tears falling she leaves all the rest

Exhausted and panting she collapsed on the floor
Her wounded heart closed from the onslaught of swords
She turns a tear-streaked face to the closed door
Trying not to think of what she’ll miss even more.
Written by
Tessa F  California
(California)   
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