APRIL.
She was the type of girl the stars come out at night to watch.
She was the type of girl to scope the sky with jaundiced eye
nefarious heart. She fell apart.
When nighttime came she lost her way. Destroyed herself. She is a waste.
Sombre thoughts left by stars, seldom serene she was scarce.
She was the type of girl to notice life. Morning, evening
raw at night.
As much she tried to escape, irreparable she felt her fate.
The cautious stars watched her frame. All they wished, to steal her pain.
Unaware- she gazed, impaired.
She cried for help but no one heard as she watched the stars that ceased her years.
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