My dark friend
Her voice hums love poems in my ears.
I trusted her words and I smiled.
We grew in an isolated town, far from civilization, and yes we were lovers.
Something occured that day.
It's her secret, without any warning, that afternoon, she cut her wrist, and she bled alone.
The sunset held, waiting for her.
All the color tangled in a mild orange glow.
She's gone, my favorite, she traveled to a faraway land, they declared her a dragonfly, in the land of fairies and the white spirits.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoésieMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
