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The Dust She Leaves

Posted on April 23, 2013 By rayawambui 2 Comments on The Dust She Leaves

But then again, life does go on.

So it may not be as serious as it seems.

She may not see or breath again,

but the dust she leaves will catch sun beams.

 

Her name’s not on a headline,

she isn’t famous, or important.

She’s beautiful, she catches stares,

but then again, there are lots of those.

 

She’s scared, afraid, in her own room,

the strikes come fast as he does.

Her food is tasteless as her tears ,

Neither neighbor, nor mirror see her.

 

Her problems are someone else’s,

so everyone else believes.

Her world is shut in, broken.

No matter where, she’s on her knees.

 

One day, “he’s just a bit too drunk…”

“He just had a bad day…”

She shrieked louder than ever,

But he’d never heard a word she’d say.

 

But then again, life does go on.

So it may not be as serious as it seems.

She may not see or breath again,

but the dust she leaves,

will catch sun beams.

 

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Comments (2) on “The Dust She Leaves”

  1. Zeyley says:
    April 29, 2013 at 8:56 am

    Wow ,thiz one. . I lov it, itz gud,kip up the nyce work

    Reply
  2. Zeyley says:
    April 29, 2013 at 8:56 am

    Wow ,thiz one. . I lov it, itz gud,kip up the nyce work

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