it happens to everyone, <br />every once in <br />a <br />while <br />I was sitting down, <br />in my darkness, <br />something comes, <br />like hansel and gratel, <br />who would ever live happily <br />after they have been eaten, <br />and swam in the digestive tracts of a witch, <br />the picture still looks so pinky, <br />and call me, pink, <br />if you like, <br />u see me so white. <br />and so fair <br />like those fairy tales, <br />always open a door to <br />pink dreams, <br />but excuse me while i <br />picture your <br />1001 miseries, <br />out of one little hessitant smile. <br />You do not have to fake so long, <br />in order to figure out the time period, <br />during which <br />I have locked myself <br />inside <br />the darkness <br />eating my own self out, <br />shouting your name <br />in my digestive tract, <br />and hearing the echoe <br />which smelled so bad. <br /> <br />It is sad that, <br />There was a coin, <br />which had two sides.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-sides-of-a-coin/
