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in her world now












in her world now

she tried to hide her awkwardness
and all the other's gawkwardness
she tried to glide but only fell
she died inside her silent hell

her face and hands weren't beautiful
like all the other girls at school
she never really quite fit in
she died inside her silent sin

she liked to draw and liked to paint
afraid to show others who might taint
the worlds she saw upon white
and visited them all by night

her fingers stained with oils bright
colors were her sole delight
she made a place inside a wall
she hid her worlds away from all

she made her music in her heart
no one else could be a part
she sang inside a blue-made tune
in front of the dark's yellow moon

her inner would was all she had
soon others saw that she was mad
but she alone knew the self-made life
was the only place she'd be free from strife

she disappeared one autumn day
when all were on a holiday
she went to someplace she had made
where all the things she loved now staid

her paintings one day were all found
people passed her worlds all around
they shook their heads in sad dismay
and put them all upon display

she sings and paints in her world now
was more than happy to disavow
what she had lost and left behind
to all the people who were blind

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤

Image by: By Prawny via Flickr CC



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