Her Poem by Verona Valentine

Her



She's imprisoned by depression
music is her addiction
drowned by imperfection
she's seeking for attention

Her beauty is hidden
her thoughts unsaid
Her feelings are written
she's holding on thread

She's a beauty and brain
a grace under pressure
She's hiding the pain
She is a treasure

She's a silent music
A beautiful girl
She's very dramatic
In her dark world

Bound with a weak heart
it's pieces apart
She's trying to start
In her new found art

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