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Little girl,
Lost in an apathetic world.
No one cares
If she is, or isn't there.
She's flying in her dreams!
Soaring high and low
An angel, it seems,
God's own favorite love.
But once she awakes,
She shudders and shakes,
The dream was not real,
She's still in this place called hell,
She can't express how she feels:
Beaten and broken down.
A false smile,
A Masquerade dance, for a while
It works, she forgets.
But the mask will soon break,
From the dream, she will wake.
And then, where will she stand?
- by Diosa de Armarrio |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/12/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- METRO SKiiES - 07/24/2009
- That is really sad! The rhyme patterns and such seem random, but it all flows pretty well. What I've noticed about your poetry so far is that it generally lacks technical patterns and fancy metaphors, but sounds really good anyways. A very nice approach, if you ask me. I like this one. Four stars!
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- Kr0nis - 07/17/2009
- i like the rhythm. no need to capitalize hell or lost
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