Her soul was beautiful
But broken.
Like that of a sunset through broken glass.
Her mind was sharp
But weak.
Like the branch off of her favorite tree.
She was talented
And bright
Yet the heart she earned from birth felt empty inside
She wanted nothing more than a smile.
She wanted nothing more than a kiss.
She wanted nothing more than to feel the joy of happiness.
And so she did.
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Short Stories & Poems
Historia CortaJust a collection of short Stories and poems that I've created. I hope all you lovely people enjoy. ??
