Beautiful
girl with tears in the night,
Reaching
out with a hopeful hand.
Happiness
portrayed with smiles, forced—
And
passion hidden upon her lips.
Filled
with desire but not able to live—
Caught
will the illness true love brings,
An
empty heart and her love spilled.
She
speaks with an empty voice,
For
her body is bound to break.
Sadness
taints a timeless beauty—
A
beauty the world will never know.
Fragility
her curse, her laugh her blessing,
Simplicity
is her only wish—
To
live her life the best she can.
In
the darkness, all alone,
Her
hands quiver, cursed by fear—
Chest
rises and falls with heavy breathing
Her
last thoughts to be lost forever,
Her
heart left for her alone,
As
she sits fearful through the night.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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