Her tears are paper

I know a girl who makes it safer
Her smiles are fake and her tears are paper.
Underneath the surface dust,
You'll find her world is filled with rust.

Now this girl, this girl and me
We're best friends, as friends could be.
She takes my hand. She makes me smile.
She lets me know the extra mile.
Now this girl, this girl and me
We're best friends, as friends could be.



Poetry by chloee.
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Written on 2010-02-12 at 22:47

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