Loneliness.
If loneliness were a color.
It would be black.
As black as the eyeliner running down her cheeks from the tears she has been crying for what seems like years.
If loneliness were a taste
It's would be as bitter as the tone in her voice when she speaks.
If loneliness were a feeling
It would be your heart crashing against your chest as you cry harder.
If loneliness were a smell
It would be the waves of heat as your body burns itself to the ground
If loneliness were a sound
It would be as loud as the sobs she sends through out her room while she's trying to be quiet.
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Poems. My storys into words.
PoesiaMy poems. I'm not a professional, pretty far from it, these are really just my thoughts put into words.
