The light in her eyes grows greyly dim.
Although you will never know.
For her eyes will always show
Happiness and light.
Her world on the outside
Looks rosy just like her friends
On the inside it's dark and grey
Hidden and secreat
Her heart has not returned
from where it stay
Maybe that is a good thing.
For if she has no heart
then she does not feel
And if she don't feel maybe she could cope.
22 can still feel like 16,
Feel 6 hiding under the bed.
Inside she crys
silent, suffering, not a word
She continues her day silently.
In fear of the sickness
That will over run,
Slowly getting worse each day
For he may lash out,
On his wife or even her.
Tears flood her pillow
they know no time, no sound
Breath not a word.
Acirè C
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Written on the 27-02-2010
Nice to read you again, been too long in between writes. Hope to see more of you. xx Ch'erie