THE HIDDEN MONSTERA Poem by Akira
Smiling sweetly into my eyes;
Are you the monster that I despise? Beauty forms in your words; Only to fall, like a house of cards. Tell me again how you don't want to hurt; And yet you'll hurt me knowing it makes me feel like dirt. Either way I'll still be standing. © 2012 AkiraAuthor's Note
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