just something I made up..
Tears falling down her cheek.
She tries to hide it but everyone can see it.
She feel so alone.
So banded and hated.
She got no one to love.
Her makeup is slowly fading away.
All the kids can see it.
They stand there lauging.
Trying to get her emberesd.
But they don't know what's wrong with her.
They don't know a damn shit about her.
From the very first start, They shutted her out.
She never got the chance to know the other kids.
They never gave her one.
They didn't like her,
Just because she wear black clothes.
She's not a bad pearson.
She's an wonderful pearson.
Something they can't see.
But there's one girl.
One girl that's all the same.
She uses the same clothes and have the same stile.
But her they taking good care of.
Like she's someone very special.
But there's one guy, one guy that notice her.
One guy that care about her.
One guy in her entire class.
He's sweet, funny and populare.
Why should he care?
He's afraid to talk to her.
Afraid to dry away her tears.
He just want to help.
And one day he deside to walk over to her.
Try to find out what's wrong.
It make her smile.
She tells him everything.
About how she lost her mother,
About how her father have taken the control.
About how he use her every day.
And about how her brother just chose to tell them goodbye.
Now he's up in the sky.
He starts to cry too.
Now he can understand.
He hold her close to his chest,
Trying to comfort her.
Now everyday gets like this.
And after some weeks,
Her tear stops falling.
Her make up sit on trough all day.
Poetry by kittipuusen
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Written on 2006-09-22 at 23:40
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She cries all day
She sat there.Tears falling down her cheek.
She tries to hide it but everyone can see it.
She feel so alone.
So banded and hated.
She got no one to love.
Her makeup is slowly fading away.
All the kids can see it.
They stand there lauging.
Trying to get her emberesd.
But they don't know what's wrong with her.
They don't know a damn shit about her.
From the very first start, They shutted her out.
She never got the chance to know the other kids.
They never gave her one.
They didn't like her,
Just because she wear black clothes.
She's not a bad pearson.
She's an wonderful pearson.
Something they can't see.
But there's one girl.
One girl that's all the same.
She uses the same clothes and have the same stile.
But her they taking good care of.
Like she's someone very special.
But there's one guy, one guy that notice her.
One guy that care about her.
One guy in her entire class.
He's sweet, funny and populare.
Why should he care?
He's afraid to talk to her.
Afraid to dry away her tears.
He just want to help.
And one day he deside to walk over to her.
Try to find out what's wrong.
It make her smile.
She tells him everything.
About how she lost her mother,
About how her father have taken the control.
About how he use her every day.
And about how her brother just chose to tell them goodbye.
Now he's up in the sky.
He starts to cry too.
Now he can understand.
He hold her close to his chest,
Trying to comfort her.
Now everyday gets like this.
And after some weeks,
Her tear stops falling.
Her make up sit on trough all day.
Poetry by kittipuusen
Read 490 times
Written on 2006-09-22 at 23:40
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