Skin
A twist
A turn
An everlasting burn
I'm falling all over again
A spiral downward fall when night time calls
But at morning fall it's all superficial joy
Trapped inside a glass wall
Suppressed from it all
Trapped in skin that can't win
Stuck with a heart that lives to hide
Some girls will never be a bride
Copyright © Justine Cole | Year Posted 2009
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