"There is a world beyond a world in my heart, in my life, in my world. What people call the real world is different, Different in words, motions and hatered. The world I live in is in my heart as an actress who hopes to be something she will never be. The actress in my world has hopes and dreams to never be succeeded. The past is brought before her in a bloody nightmare. Life has no meaning to her, It is just letters in her world. She has no pictures of the future all she has is the past In a dream but in a life and world that nobody will ever understand. The comprehension of a carefree confident person has no idea of the world of an actress who has and knows only hatered and death. As her movie passes by the people watch and laugh at the suicidle unknown actress. The movie comes to an end as the last thought of her past appears in a cold tub of blood. There was not even a last smile for the actress in red. The tub overflows in a bloody red anger and the people know not of the young girl with no real smiles in her world of a movie." A poem written by Heather Plunkett
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 05:55:18 +0000
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