why would you do this to me?
I'm a good girl,
I do as I'm told,
and I thought I was yours
to have and to hold.
my skin is pale and cold,
the ripping pain gives no token,
you can still break a heart
already broken.
and every word unspoken,
behind makeup and curls,
have left me weary
in white and pearls.
my mind is untouchable,
whose sobs did I choke for?
let me rest now
and for evermore.
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A poem of pain and with a dark ending. Nicely written with good flow. Well done
Dressed us up like a doll, only to take it all. How much longer until it's over? A question wondered but never dared to utter.
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