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Poker Faced
He took the smile,
right off her mouth.
She has been poker-faced,
and he will not get out.
Silver tears,
stains a face,
with no emotion.
Cold and dead,
vacant eyes,
lack of affection.
Her skin no longer
shines,
and her hair is flat.
She's kicked around,
and treated like a
floor mat.
Her body shrunken,
a breath
that no longer breaths.
She lost all
ability to ever love,
and feel.
No more,
the sun has stop
it's shine.
There's no life
left,
in her deep brown eyes.
A heart,
now shadowed
in black.
Not a sound,
or a beat,
an existence hit the sack.
She has passed,
the level
of screaming for release.
From the moment,
she was silently been,
taken over by the beast.
He took the smile,
right off my mouth.
I was the one who has been poker-faced,
and I've no voice left to shout...[/font]
right off her mouth.
She has been poker-faced,
and he will not get out.
Silver tears,
stains a face,
with no emotion.
Cold and dead,
vacant eyes,
lack of affection.
Her skin no longer
shines,
and her hair is flat.
She's kicked around,
and treated like a
floor mat.
Her body shrunken,
a breath
that no longer breaths.
She lost all
ability to ever love,
and feel.
No more,
the sun has stop
it's shine.
There's no life
left,
in her deep brown eyes.
A heart,
now shadowed
in black.
Not a sound,
or a beat,
an existence hit the sack.
She has passed,
the level
of screaming for release.
From the moment,
she was silently been,
taken over by the beast.
He took the smile,
right off my mouth.
I was the one who has been poker-faced,
and I've no voice left to shout...[/font]
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