She falls to the bed, naked and alone,
Staring at her white satin dress she had worn,
Her eyes made of jade, hair of silk,
Her smile like an angel, her skin like she bathed in milk,
She closes her eyes, she dreams again,
She twists and turns to forget her pain,
This beauty bears the ugliness only she can feel,
She walks to her window, jumps out, now her soul can heal,
She falls to the ground, falls drop dead,
She wears a smile now, a white rose turned red.
posted by Pri @ 8:58 AM
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