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You knew I was sad. . .
You know I am sad,
these circles under my eyes
seem to get darker as time passes by.
My voice losing it's boldness,
no longer loud and proud.
More, soft, and secretive.
The size of my wrist grow smaller and
smaller, since the day you held them in your
arms to behold there so called, "Beauty."
I am no longer the girl I was before. . .
And I don't know how to get her back.
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YOU ARE READING
Pale Soul Sea (#Wattys2018)
PoetryHe would chip away at my cold exterior dodging shards of ice until I was no longer hard, but even though he cracked through the surface. . . My heart would not melt.
