The tears dropped softly at first, a light warm kiss to the cheeks, like the raindrops of an afternoon sun shower. Though they quickly became as heavy and violent as those in a bitter, winter storm; a sudden, never ending, salty stream of intense melancholy.
Why do you always do this to me?
How do you do it, when you're not even here?
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
