Fallen Pixie Poems

I look at the world through
dark brown eyes.
Noone sees what truly goes on
behind the
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I have a beautiful angel.
She is just but three.
I have a beautiful angel.
She loves to sing.
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As the tears begin to fall
the blood starts to pour out.
As the glint of the razor catches
the candle light the scene unfolds.
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I am covered in glass to hide my inner shell,
yet my glass is breaking, I can not keep
this act up forever.
I want to shed my outer layer and show
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Every day you watch her,
as she struggles to put on her face.
Eyeliner, mascara, and her
broken smile.
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i remember every second we
had together.
i remember the first time we kissed,
how we were so scared.
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They say we all have our
own paths that we must follow.
They twist and turn,
and entwin in other paths.
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At valentines day we all
cut out little paper hearts,
then we hand them to the
people we want to be our valentine.
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As the rain splatters on
my face my stress seems
to simply wash away.
As the coolness sweeps
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All I can think about is
bringing that cold razor
against my warm wrist,
pushing its hard steel into
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