Alone she waits
And stares with a pale expressionless face
It is he she blames for the tragedy her life has become
No makeup can hide her eyes that swell with obvious misery.
Vibrant colors surround her fragile body
But the cold black empowers all with its bold embrace
It clings to her body’s shell
But also to her longing heart.
Her life
Is a train car full of coal
With no fire to spark the desire within
Nothing to consume her
And make her move forward
Her little hand holds tight to a painted wooden fan
But it feels a loaded silver gun
Something to make her feel better
And smile in the end
~Laney<3
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