Cynic

By Miztaken4beauty

She's such a cynic, but she's still so young,
With October hair and a silver edged tongue.
She hides in lace and delicate things,
Her back is painted with fairy wings.

She gets it all, the hate and stares,
Head held high, she doesn't care.
Nothing touches her heart of ice,
and if it does, it pays the price.

The rhythm of heavy music soothes the soul,
She'll pretend for a moment that she's whole.
Forever the girl who incites sin and lust,
the best friend you just can't help but trust.

She's like the king with a touch of gold,
Except her touch is always cold.
She tends to break her favorite toys,
And then she finds another boy.

But what she never lets them know,
Is how it hurts to let them go,
But her eyes are dark and full of hate,
And she knows its far too late.
To save her.






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Copyright 2010 Miztaken4beauty
Published on Thursday, March 25, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: i love this. "Head held high, she doesn't care." sweet as. keep it up =]

  • Malcholm Dark On Sunday, March 28, 2010, Malcholm Dark (810)By person wrote:

    Dark and powerful... I enjoyed the rhyme scheme, a nicely done piece... thanks for the ride...

  • Rowan On Thursday, March 25, 2010, Rowan (202)By person wrote:

    The darkness has enveloped the soul of thee...very nice write. This was a clever way to tell the story of one so lost, their pain transforms them. Hate is a very strong emotion, you have captured it well.

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