Cinderella
Day by day frustration runs over,
knowing people watch every move she makes,
every decision she takes. Judgment never sleeps.
Her true self is hidden with no way of freedom
with out humiliation.
Soon a beast with in will be released,
and those around will hear her roar, shocked.
But for now, she is calm pretending to be someone she is not.
For the mask will fall and her di...
Wednesday 15th October 2014 5:35 am
Only A Memory
Over my shoulder
In the corner cafe,
eyes wide open as if,
I saw your face.
Emotions run through my blood
and veins,
missing you while you're gone,
I'm the only one to blame.
Monday 13th October 2014 8:13 pm
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