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Hi, I'm a gothic fourteen year old girl that just loves to put her feelings into words. Many people call these words poems. I hope you like them. |
Seven was the number
That a piece of me was lost...
Poetry, a window to the soul
Faster than looking into the eyes...
A voice reached my ears
Soft as cotton...
Her face, shines with the lights of the stars
Her hair, a heavenly cloud around them...
As darkness surrounds me
My tears of fear fall on the page...
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Sometimes silence is desperation. Wanting to say something yet never speaking. |