Her eyes.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This shrot poem is telling you how a young female feels with out her actually saying anything. You can find her puzzledness just by looking at her face.

Submitted: June 15, 2012

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Her Eyes.

She smiles with her mouth,

While she frowns with her eyes,

Sometimes her smile is just a desperate cry out for help.

She doesn’t understand why she feels like this,

But no one’s ever around to help.

She wonders why people say they don’t understand,

But yet they never sick around too.


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