The Hidden Girl....
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Across the room they seem to see A smiling girl who looks like me With two huge dimples on each cheek She laughs and talks and always speaks She's the girl they think would have it all But inside her is where tears fall Inside her mask is where I dwell This broken girl she hides so well I try to wipe her tears away But they fall more each coming day She tries to laugh when her heart breaks But hurts with every smile she fakes And inside her is where I dwell This hidden girl she hides so well The girl that no one ever sees Behind a mask that looks like me. |
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4/23/2009 6:25 am |
girl  this is a fantastic poem I love it, sad but well put together each stanza links with the story your poem tells and it captures the reader with the hidden side that each poet must possess in his/her writings thanks for sharing my friend and lots of love always its nice to be important but its more important to be nice
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4/23/2009 6:31 am |
ok this one maybe similar, I just went to my book and took this one out, its call distinctive woman, I hope you like it Distinctive woman walking so meek but stood out in the heart of the crowed never flashy nor even proud caught between admirers eyes her authenticity speaks so loud distinctive woman walks down the hectic street and sparks with every heart she meets no one could ever forget her sweet aroma tingling the nose like Passion so tender some may never see her smile or even rest for a while but some would hope to see her someday walking gracefully down the aisle by Marshall its nice to be important but its more important to be nice
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 4/23/2009 5:54 pm |
Very beautiful "Zulu"
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4/23/2009 7:37 pm |
ms byuti, Very nice indeed. The feeling of a fragile heart broken... [I God is pure love...
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4/23/2009 8:33 pm |
ok this one maybe similar, I just went to my book and took this one out, its call distinctive woman, I hope you like it Distinctive woman walking so meek but stood out in the heart of the crowed never flashy nor even proud caught between admirers eyes her authenticity speaks so loud distinctive woman walks down the hectic street and sparks with every heart she meets no one could ever forget her sweet aroma tingling the nose like Passion so tender some may never see her smile or even rest for a while but some would hope to see her someday walking gracefully down the aisle by Marshall IM REALLY FEELIN IT.....I ENJOY IT......IT REMINDS ME OF SOMEONE.....I LOVE IT
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4/23/2009 8:34 pm |
Very beautiful 
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4/23/2009 8:38 pm |
ms byuti, Very nice indeed. The feeling of a fragile heart broken... the same w/ you po tenks for the comment always! take care!
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4/27/2009 7:31 am |
thanks for sharing yours my friend IM REALLY FEELIN IT.....I ENJOY IT......IT REMINDS ME OF SOMEONE.....I LOVE IT its nice to be important but its more important to be nice
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4/28/2009 2:59 am |
oh geeezzzz.... tears...and tears... when will you ever stop? everytime you fall, you are making my eyes pop!
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4/29/2009 12:44 am |
beautiful smile and be happy always
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4/30/2009 9:59 pm |
glad you like it my friend have a fantastic day and lots of love to you  have a great weekend
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4/30/2009 10:01 pm |
oh geeezzzz.... tears...and tears... when will you ever stop? everytime you fall, you are making my eyes pop! thanks for visiting my Ka-Blag!
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4/30/2009 10:02 pm |
beautiful ...glad you come back!
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