Wow. Another poem. Okay this one took literally three hours to write and it is my favorite of all time. I love it with a passion so no flames for it. Now here is how you read it. There are parts in bold and parts in Italics. What you can do is read the bold and Italics together or you can read just the Italics or just the bold. And the stuff in normal font is what you have to read anyway. Here's an example

The dog was on a walk.

Though the dog was so tired.

The hard cement pounding his padded paws.

He walked on.

Make sense?

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The Very Young Girl Who Knew All

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The world has been sad.

Black and white under the star's laughs.

Dust collected, dirty seas, dead lying in the street.

Gasped for air, yet unaware of their helplessness.

Of the only help was that of an exotic girl.

Swimming in the rolling hills of Irish chocolate.

Though frozen by stares.

As helpless as the world had become.

She was their last hope.

Fighting down terrorized screams as they pleaded in abused ears.

Their cries made her plead their stop.

Though the loudest bellows came from the Kings as they fought for her body

She only gritted her teeth, stepped back, and let her headache burn her skull.

Treated her as a plaything.

Banging her head on make believe walls as she searched for things that wouldn't appear.

Making her tell secrets that would shred mortal ears.

But soon deaf of her mind's dreams as instead she plunged at the monster.

They smiled as a friend.

Beauty was only skin deep, as only friendship came from the soul.

They were all monsters working together.

Planning an ultimate scheme that would be her downfall.

Tears dripped down.

Like a cool, damp, cave dripping its burdens in emptiness.

She sat in a cage.

Crying for all it was worth

People from afar had come to see the girl who knew all.

Held captive.

She looked like a demented hen.

Among all the fascinated chickens.

Forced to fight in a land that she showed no loyalty to.

Who only laughed as she fell with collected wounds.

From whips she was taught to behave.

Though hope would never be broken.

Drawn down by a shackle and chain.

Sandpaper against rice paper, blisters were formed.

Stared through iron bars meant to keep her in.

Waves of pain erupted throughout her frail body.

Her eyes began to close.

And she knew her last breaths were coming.

And with closed eyes she smiled, her heart a broken train.

No one could hear her last words as she fell.

Forever sinking into the ground.

Becoming one with the oils and dirt.

And yet she still flew.

The grace of an eagle under spread wings.

As the higher she flew

The more she would

Finally be

Free.

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wipes away tears

Yes I cried…and no I'm not a softie.