She is the girl that always hurries, but always late.
The girl that always smirks to hide her tears underneath a silly joke. Meant for the ones who hurt her.
The glowy flowers in her wavy hair were once full of colour and happiness. But now they are just as dry as the invisible tears, rolling down her rosy cheeks.
Her smile becomes wider and wider, just as her waterfalls called eyes do. And her laugh becomes louder and louder, just as her cries for help do.
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Hallöchen,
heute kommt mal ein etwas kürzeres Gedicht auf Englisch. Irgendwie hatte mich die Motivation dazu gepackt.
29. Februar 2024 🌼
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Poetry
PoetryHellou, in diesem Buch lade ich neben Poetry-Slams auch andere Schreibübungen, wie zum Beispiel Kurzgeschichten hoch. Viel Spaß beim lesen : ) (TW: die Poetrys können teilweise traurig sein.)
