She bites into the poisoned apple, a feeling of nostalgia washing over her, as if she had tasted this bittersweet flavor before.
And she wonders what she is doing this for.
She hears the music of a marching band.
And in between her fingers, there is falling sand.
She tries to carry on,
But it's almost the end of her song.
It's her time to go
She can feel it from head to toe.
It hurts
When her husband gathers up her shirts
I'm sure that you know what I mean
She never meant to make a scene
She ran out of time
YOU ARE READING
Smiles And Hidden Tears
PoesíaWords never spoken. I'm scarred, but not broken. Your smile reflects your beautiful mind. Your soul is strong, your eyes are kind. Remember me. I won't leave you behind.
