Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Shackled Heart

Purple hair
Laid there
Standing alone
Eyes torn

So sad now
In the land
Holding her hand

Big blue eyes
Just like the skies
Now they were dark
This was no park

She sat all alone
Hurt to the bone
Scattered and worn
Wanting to be left on her own

Drying up her tears
As it slowly slipped away
Thinking of tomorrow
As been a brighter day

Releasing her shackles
That she had placed on herself
Moving her body
To be something else

Tired out worn out
Wanting so much more
Her purple locks of hair
made her sadness disappear

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