she was like a ray of sunlight
no, a whole sunset
beautiful, radiant, strong
bright, vibrant colours blended together
she always had a laugh in her heart
a smile on her face
energetic, fierce, a social butterfly
but then her wings were torn
the wrong people loved her
and she loved the wrong people
her light got buried under the shards of her broken heart
her hair turned dull
her eyes grew dark
she dresses in black
and never lets anyone love her anymore
because the little girl full of sunlight is gone
leaving a broken soul
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lacuna - a poetry collection
Poetry𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮; 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗽. A collection of all the things I never got to say. All my thoughts and emotions accumulated into one book.
