Playful Pain

by katrina   Mar 23, 2007


The coldest of chills ,the hottest of fires....
The truest of truths but you're still a liar.
The deepest of pain, the shallowest smile.
The highest of highs but I'll be broken for a while.
The hardest at heart, the strongest of will,
but you hurt me bad and this pain still kills.
The sweetest of charm, the most innocent boy;
But he treats me bad, like I'm some kind of toy.
The darkest of scenes, the most depressed little girl.
I used to be happy before you came into my world.
The most joyful of joys, the loveliest rush,
But I'm out of your hands and you must not touch.

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