I saw her
Today
Bronze auburn hair
Perfectly straight
It's always
Perfectly straight
Or curled
Her icy eyes
Caught my
Sea blue ones
In her glance
Her lips curled into a
Smile and she
Waved
We are friends
But only friends not
Lovers
I saw her
Again
Sitting in the
Corner curled up
Like a cat
Her icy eyes
Met my
Sea blue ones
She smiled but
Underneath
She's breaking
Crumbling
Snapping
Her pieces are falling
She is coming
Undone
I see her
I wish she would
See
Me
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
