Friday, 11 April 2014

Okay so you know they call me TINA but how well do you really know me? This is my acrostic poem -Tina behind the glass

Telling pen and paper my troubles,
my laughs, my pain, 
giving these two unimaginable love
Inside my chambers a hole dug in,
once was filled but is now rapidly increasing
Nothing can refill the hole now permanently engraved and behind my back,
my hands are tied
A star shining brightly once in my heart now its' glow has been pushed into the dark.

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