Broken heart,
Tired eyes.
But a smile
is her demise.
It hides what lies within
while her cover grows even more thin.
And a tear falls down in the middle of class,
That cover now as useful
as shattered glass.
But she picks up the peices,
And puts them in her pocket.
Saving them for later,
When the demons scream loudest
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Broken heart,
Tired eyes.
But a smile
is her demise.
It hides what lies within
while her cover grows even more thin.
And a tear falls down in the middle of class,
That cover now as useful
as shattered glass.
But she picks up the peices,
And puts them in her pocket.
Saving them for later,
When the demons scream loudest
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