Cassandra sits at her window sill and watches her home burn.
Hands that drift idly at the corners of her mouth.
One kiss could have quenched fires.
One touch could have saved a city.
Apollo, can you really blame her if she wasn’t ready to love a god?Or maybe troy would've burned anyways
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Falling Stars
PoetryPoems, quotes, and ten/six word stories. Mostly Greek mythology