TW: Implied S/h
Alone in her bed
In a darkened room
Her arms wrapped around her knees.
She cried and cried,
Her red tears,
Fell from the creases of her eyes,
To the middle of her thighs.
Drip, drip, drip.
Each tear ran down her leg.
A red tear stained line,
Permanently upon her thighs.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
