Tears.
Quietly, they fall.
Heart.
Quietly, it hurts.
Mind.
Quietly, it shuts down.
Hope.
Quietly, it leaves.
You.
Quietly, you break to pieces.
YOU ARE READING
:: Incandescent ::
PoesiaShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...
