Not just another pretty face
Scattered around the room... She lays piece by piece.
Doesn't matter what's her doom...
The days will cease...
And cease.
Captivate her... Steal her soul..
It's a trap, too late see... She feels the pull.
Sun fades down... Disappears when darkness descends.
She feels your frown... It's fears what your heart pretends.
Because lost unspoken answers demand to take vengeance, to end this,
SHOCK HER LIFE! Wield the knife, pain is in attendance.
She's a taker just a faker, and she falsifies the emotion.
Meet you maker, she's a breaker but it's all just a motion.
She's dying, just crying but she won't let you see... Won't let it free,
would rather bury herself,
A woman who would rather marry her wealth than open up to thee.
She'll make something of her own hidden need...
Her own forbidden seed,
she'll be the woman who climbs the success later and has ridden the sea.
Time and harsh fate won't stop her, she'll climb and climb till she reaches the topper,
fights what mocks her, and despite the pain, you won't rock her.
She'll burn, she'll cut, she'll descend to the rut,
but what lies inside will defeat the pride and won't stay shut....
You'll see her crumble, you'll see her hate...
But eventually you'll see her climb right out of that wretched state,
lift the weight, it's never too late, she'll be the woman who changed her fate.
You see her shattered... You see her fallen..
But what you don't see, is her hope is always callin.
Desperate and alone in this place,
she's just another woman seeking a little bit of grace..
What you see is not just another pretty face.
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Madam Nixie
Hi, my names Courtney. Poetry is one of my biggest hobbies, because it allows you to express yourself on a whole different level. I am a passion kind of chick, and I carry more of it in my work than anything else. It shows in my poetry, along with my books. Music is my muse, I thrive off the beats and rhyme of each song, it helps me create the emotion and expand it in every word. My personality is straight forward, I have a very natural temper issue, which leads to violence but I keep it in check very well unless you touch the few subjects that I grow impatient in. I cannot stand people who judge and step all over others. If I witness it, I usually give them a taste of their own medicine. Protective instincts are a key element to sparking my anger, so picking on others is definitely not tolerated with me. I will show you my signature pimp slap, and turn you into the victim, because Karma is my best friend. My poetry is all rhyme, besides maybe one because that is what comes naturally to me, so if you don't like that, sorry but that's my style. I'm a R.A.P: Rhyme artist of poetry. Over all, I'm different, but I'm okay with that. I'm not emo, scene, goth, prep or even tom boy. I'm just a plane rocker that loves music. I listen to any style of rock but being classified as anything other than original just isn't me. So go with the flow, and just let it be.
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