Torn
*i laugh when i wish to cry.
*i smile as the pain carries by.
*how can such torture be fit unto one?
*all sense of hope has gone along with the fun.
*nothing left but the ghost of a smile
*hidden beneath sorrowful eyes.
*a glance closer and the truth will be revealed.
*for the torment in her heart has not yet been healed.
*a page torn from a book
*it only takes one look
*but to understand why is a feat.
*that no one has the courage to meet.
*all thats left is an echo of pain.
*for her heart hasnt learned yet to be sane.
*broken and tattered its fallen appart.
*almost impossible to convince ones self of not a bleeding heart.
*i smile as the pain carries by.
*how can such torture be fit unto one?
*all sense of hope has gone along with the fun.
*nothing left but the ghost of a smile
*hidden beneath sorrowful eyes.
*a glance closer and the truth will be revealed.
*for the torment in her heart has not yet been healed.
*a page torn from a book
*it only takes one look
*but to understand why is a feat.
*that no one has the courage to meet.
*all thats left is an echo of pain.
*for her heart hasnt learned yet to be sane.
*broken and tattered its fallen appart.
*almost impossible to convince ones self of not a bleeding heart.
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Quite old...