She had a hardcover,
You could read her like a book,
But her true self lay between the lines,
Where no one ever thought to look.
She had a hard exterior,
To protect her heart of the hurt that surrounded her,
As time went on she hid in the shadows,
Where no one ever thought to look,
Fighting the demons,
That caused havoc in her life.
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Beautiful Poetry, Veronica Centeno. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks