By the time she got home she was drenched.
She had bleed all over her new dress.
The dress she bought to entice you...it was dripping red from chest to toe.
Nobody else seemed alarmed by the sight of her bleeding heart,
No one else seemed to see it,
or at least she assumed that they didn't want to acknowledge it because they didn't know how to help her, how to stop the bleeding.
She didn't know what to do.
So she turned on the shower and just stood there.
Hopefully the water would wash away the blood and the pain would be washed away too.
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DUSK TILL DAWN
PoetryThese are the thoughts that keep her up at night, feelings that bring her to tears, memories she holds on to, moments she wishes she could rewrite. this is her mindset from dusk till dawn. Authors note: This book is solely owned by me please do...
