The Girl That Cried a for Strangers

Tears poured down her face,

And her heart began to race.

She ran away from the hurt,

The pain,just to take it away.

Her heart is a storm,

As the tears reform.

Transforming into puddles,

Her eyes have become muddled.

She doesn't have the strengh

To smile anymore

So before you go to bed tonight

Imagine her lying alone,on the floor

Because even though she's mending

She'll never have her longed for,happy ending.

The End

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