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The Faceless Girl
Once there was a faceless girl with no name.
Empty thoughts and hollow lies,
made her feel the same.
The world told her she was beautiful,
that she had a future.
Yet all those petty words
never made her whole.
Then he saw her in the hall.
A girl without a flaw.
Their eyes met with sparks.
love had found their young hearts.
Time wasted and bought
flew by without a thought.
The world looked on with envy
at the pure love and ectstasy
of the girl and boy.
You are ugly and worthless
if you died we could care less.
Whipsered words in the ears of the Faceless girl.
The boy taught her how to love.
he taught her the ways of the light.
To fight was the only way out.
The girl looked back,
at the world's black coldness,
with a sense of longing and fondness.
The boy tried to tell her to be strong
to stay away from the wrong.
But she only screamed at the boy
she told him he was only a toy.
Out the door she left her love
to join the world and what she was told was fun.
The world greeted her with a smiling face
took her again into its cold embrace.
You are beautiful
and will fly high.
yet she knew it was all just a lie.
She remembered the boy back home.
The one she cut all the way to the bone.
Suddenly all that seemed sweet to her
was now black and bitter.
Turning back on the world,she forsaked it for love,
and ran back home to her sweet dove.
But her sweet dove,
her beloved
had been cut
through
and through.
So he went with a broken heart
and left the girls home.
Left her all alone.
now she lays on the floor
facing the door.
In a pool of her own blood.
She had forsaken it,
for love.


