Her
By kybluejeans
HER Her heart carries a dagger Her soul tattered and torn Bruised and broken promises Her smile very worn Whispers of silence Secrets never told Fantasies abandoned Her mind raped and cold Stories of a woman Whose battered life unfoldsDoes this poem get the story across Written April 10th, 1995 © on Nov 15 2001 09:37 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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