Icy Blue caverns.
Was the place many stayed in or passed by.
Dark tresses of limbs.
Caressed her lies.
I swear you could see the blizzards.
Growing in the lines.
Of a death that spoke to her.
A faded one at that.
Many failed to see her eye shaped misery.
But when she did it.
When they closed.
The misery became Hers.
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Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poesía©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
