she wanted to scream in his face all the things she has wanted to say to him, but couldn't.
but he's nowhere to be found in the slowness of her days, and in the halls of her sight. he's been a mystery, yet to be solved by the curious girl that's been pushed around too much. he's a ghost that doesn't want to be found, and wants to be forgotten. he's a cold wind, making her shiver in tense air at the thought of him.
he's gone.
he's been gone for awhile now.
but, so has she.
// m.m.
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PoesíaPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
