There was a falter in her smile. It didn't reach her eyes this time. Her eyes, they didn't glisten in the sunlight anymore. The green cascade faded into a glumpy swamp. Was it her or was it me? Did i pull the light out of her or did i no longer need her light to shine for me?
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Imprisoned Thoughts
PoesiaThe thoughts that will never leave my lips. And with little hope, will never leave yours.
