When her lips were blue
and her eyes were red;
when tear tracks ran down
her face and she couldn't
swallow the lump in
her throat; when she was
feeling dead inside
and out, and it felt
like all hope had been
lost—during these times,
all she would do was
simply lie in bed
waiting anxiously
for a better, less
harsh tomorrow that
would not ever come.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
