Echos

by Anula   Jan 19, 2007


Fake nails
Fake hair
Selling a soul
That�s barely there
Plaster your face
Behind the paint
Tell yourself
You�re still a saint
Flash a smile
Flick your hair
Bite your lip
You don�t care
Build you walls
To hide behind
Cover the tears
�Yeah I�m fine�
Scribble letters
That say how you feel
Convince yourself
The pain isn�t real
Dumb yourself down
Stare off into space
Hoping that maybe
He�ll fall for your grace
Throw him glances
And shy little grins
Pretend you can�t hear
The funeral violins
Look down at the casket
And let yourself cry
Because you were the one
Who just the him die
Bury the body
On the perfect countryside
His last words echo
�Another innocent suicide�

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  • 16 years ago

    by Nula

    Good poem

  • 17 years ago

    by The lil angel

    Nice poem!!could u check mine out ok well thanx