They ask her if she's fine
She'll nod right away, but as he arrive she'll hide behind
Her hair is tangled with his finger, sliding through bad future
Her neck is covered with pile of concealer
And her lips is trying to smile so paste it with a filler
Her eyes would shut when words under his breath says 'Sorry'
And just like that, she forgot her misery
In those starry starry night, flame whispered in her ears
Asking why is she not leaving
But her heart squeezes her near
Saying she lost the capability to ache when he's gone
And just like that in that cold hard ground
She let him grab her and pounce as if a wolf on a hound
Those shadow that covers his built is overwelming
Until she loved the darkness, and it gives her ring
Now forever, starry starry night
She can't let go with all her might
She let her be tied with him
Until it kills the dim they both made
Now they ask her if she's fine
She'll nod right away
And hit her son
Out of misery
She can't love what's imaginary
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One Hundred Fifty
AléatoireFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
