No more
I will not crave
Smiles and laughs and shy glances
Never again
I do not want
A sweet kiss on the lips from that kind blond stranger
I'm done forever
With my longing
For a hand to hold in the darkness
I REMEMBER
What happened the first time I tried to trust
Nevermore
Will I let another see my scars
Instead I will lick my fresh wounds
Cradle my head in my arms
And finally
Entirely
Close
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Pleasant Desolation
PoetryUPDATED MONDAY, THURSDAY A middle school girl writes her most candid thoughts in verse, cataloguing her state of mind as she deals with social stresses. Please vote and follow me if you enjoy this story! Feel free to write any criticisms in the...
