Crystal blue sky's,
little white lies.
No one can un-see what she saw with her eyes.
Do you know how it feels to be alone?
do you know what it feels like to feel droned?
Evil can always rein,
evil always plays the game.
You didn't see it coming,
you thought you were worth loving.
Can you just think,
how it could feel to be staring at the end of a drink.
She just stopped.
Her heart stopped.
The train was coming,
the people were humming.
She stood on the edge,
dangled her feet with dread.
Then all you could hear was.
Boom. Ah. Screech.
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A shout of quite poems
PoetryExpressed feelings that I've put into some thing. All poems are my own.
