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That Pretty Girl
written by Xx_mistik_xX04:53 PM 3/17/05See that pretty girl?
Walking down the street?
can you actually believe,
that at one point it wasnt me?
None of those cutesy clothes,
wore black with a tormented passion,
loved to watch people get hurt,
love it or hate it,
it wasnt only her fashion.
No more tears stain that silken skin,
no more hatred in the heart within,
creamy scars that line her wrists and legs,
are no more than a few little dregs,
of a distant memory.
Those beautiful blue eyes,
wore sadness and despise,
the torture from within,
caused them to well in the deepest pit of sadness.
See that pretty girl?
Walking down the street?
can you actually believe,
that at one point it wasnt me? |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
baby, u always told me i had beautiful blue eyes, and looked like an angel, now im glad to say, that i feel that way too.
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