Song Of The Unsung Girl
I'm falling head over heels.
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs inside.
How can I live through this ordeal?
My heart has more than cried.
Chaos in my head.
Chaos is my friend.
This love is not dead.
Your notice I cannot lend.
You make me feel so alive.
You make me want to die.
If your eyes to see me would strive,
I would not make my soul cry.
poem by Soren Valentine
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