Your blue eyes,
filled with the colors of the sea,
my dear,
have turned black,
the once maintained facade
became blurred,
you were washed away like dust.
- swallow before you spit
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
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Your blue eyes,
filled with the colors of the sea,
my dear,
have turned black,
the once maintained facade
became blurred,
you were washed away like dust.
- swallow before you spit
