Bad Poetry
Hunger crushes the lady bug, as the tears fall down her face. An open beak , unblinking
eyes, is all that faces the mirror. She wishes for that prince in her dreams, to take
her away from those thoughts. She only wants to run away, to a field where nothing
scares her.
She doesn’t want to drink the water, or taste what she should know. Broken thoughts are
scribbled down in an ink blue blood that flows. A tormented heel that creates a downfall
for which she drowns in night. A star could make her ever day different from that she
knows.
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