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Scars on her Hips
Scars on her hips,
No glimpse of hope in her eyes.
If her body could speak,
It'd be screaming from the inside.
She's the kind of girl,
That as she talks you'd never know it.
Cuz the smile that she wears
Will make you think there's nothing wrong.
But on the inside she is all but broken,
And when there's no one there she cries alone.
No glimpse of hope in her eyes.
If her body could speak,
It'd be screaming from the inside.
She's the kind of girl,
That as she talks you'd never know it.
Cuz the smile that she wears
Will make you think there's nothing wrong.
But on the inside she is all but broken,
And when there's no one there she cries alone.
Published 8th Sep 2014
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15th Sep 2014 6:23am
This is one of those poems that a person might not say anything about. It's one of those poems that they just snap after. SNAP* SNAP* SNAP* It's so deep, and you expressed so well and told the story so purely
