Bottled Pain
Tears fall down her rosey cheecks
Black rain appears from her eyes
Nose all stuffed up. For weeks
She stays in her shell from her babes
All her pain bottled up ready to ship
her feelings away. Later riding her jeep
still crying, face stained arriving at her friends, she peeks
under her galasses whispering she says
"N~O MO~RE P~A~I~N" Her torment only stops when she sleeps.👁 2💬 0
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