Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Your most genuine thought
drips from your lips
with insincerity.
Your conscious effort to
break me burns in your
eyes as a warning.
I can't hold back;
you consume me,
spit me out
a shell of a girl.
No sparkle
no shine
just pale skin
and sullen eyes
on a dull and lifeless body.
No inner beauty burning hope and
faith
The candle flickers--
Out.

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