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Poetry By: MssJenn

Freeing the pain trough her skin

Her scars were doors.

A/N: another old poem. I've always have a weird fascination with blood.

Submitted:Apr 18, 2009    Reads: 82    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   



She didn't understood what she just did

Freeing the pain trough her skin

Her scars were doors.

Before opened to leave out the pain that accumulated under her skin

she swore to the moon never to let out the pain

never to open those doors to the pain disguise as blood


Ella no sabia lo habia hecho,

liberar su dolor atraves de su piel,

sus cicatrices eran puertas

antes usadas para dejar sair el dolor que se acultaba debajo de su pie.

Juro a la luna nunca mas dejar salir el dolor,

nuncan mas abrir la puerta a ese dolor disfrasado de sangre.

A/N: This poem is about a girl i knew in school.


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