Tears streaming silently
not so silent
they scream a thousand words
of self hatred; self pity
she's a selfish girl
she has the whole world in her hand
yet she looks to the moon.
You used up all the ink in my favorite blue pen.
I used to slide the glossy ink across
the pages of my heart
Spilling my feelings and knowledge...
Now its all dried up.
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Author:
Bunny (Pseudonym) (
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