She walks with her head down
No one cares enough to see her perpetual frown
She has created an illusion
In which people only see her grin.
Inside her soul is on fire
LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR
Her spirit is slowly dying
She is always CRYING.
She silently screams for the world to hear
But they turn a deaf ear
And a blind eye
and so she whispers good-bye
Good-bye to all the people that never cared about her
And with one last stir
She cuts the knife deep into her skin and DIES.
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I really dig it!!!!
Here’s one I just wrote
   To Ride With Bonnie & Clyde:
Riding with Bonnie & Clyde must have brought so much pride! Gang in the car, Bonnie with no cigar and Clyde playing the part of the star. Dust on dirty back roads being kicked up, driving faster than the cops so not to get picked up. No matter what they’ve done, no matter who they are get in the way you get the B.A.R.Â
Bonnie’s photos and poems left in places so the news boys have current photos of there faces showing traces of the places where they might or might not have been. There’s that one photo Bonnie wished she hadn’t  showed em’. “I don’t smoke cigars but I do ride with guns in fast cars” you would hear her scream as they left the scene. It’s seems she knew what the cops would do. She wrote about it so she must have thought about it. Car in some ditch, bleeding body’s dying but nobody’s crying. Even Bonnie and Clyde seem to be smiling.Â
 -Lola
Thank you, I really like your’s too 🙂
Lol thanks, and I write way to much here’s another I wrote today
Riding high and floating free, there’s a river swinging under me! I look around and I’m not sure how but I stayed there floating like a mama cow! I think I finally got the nak just floating free right on my back. Ha my pappy taught me how to float but I can’t swim a single note! What a way to spend the night if i dont drown ill die of fright. Now I’ve floated way down stream I’m getting tired of this river scene!Â