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Created: 11/24 2008
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Category: Pain

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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.

 

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