she makes herself look beatifull,
so the world cant see her scars,
she hides the sadness in those
pills, with out them, shes a broken
toy, with them, shes a painted up
show, and the darkness her light,
she makes herself look beatifull,
so her friends back off, leave her
be, give her space, to many poems
and songs in her head, and each one
needs to be written down on pretty
pink paper,
she makes herself look beatifull even
when shes by herself, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
A very good poem. I can really relate to this one. You write with such feeling.Donna
VERY SOLID WORK, DAVID....AND PRISTINE STRUCTURE TO THE HILT! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad but you have delivered this piece well!