She's A Planet

She comes to me unwillingly

I take her hands and hold them tight

Her eyes are sad, as if they had

Seen all bad and not a single right



The last few years were filled with tears

First of joy, but now of grief

When she slept, her life was kept

A conscience stolen by a thief



Her fragile face and shyish grace

Leaves me bereft

As much as I adore her skin to her core

She is in love with death



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She wants to be, be the tragedy

The king of dreams wants to keep

She touch her hand to see if she can

Pinch herself back to sleep

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She wears her depression, it’s like her fashion

She’s a planet in her own galaxy

My beautiful friend has reached the end

Of what she can take of reality

She wants to go back to the heart-attack

which gave her a decade in coma

Her only desire is to expire

Into the dark worlds’ aroma



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