The little princess afraid of the dark
decides to crawl in her sister's bed to
tell her a story.
The breath of words, whispers in the
night and the hazel eyes of her sister
are drowning in pain.
Her hand on her cheeks was smooth
like the silk of a wedding dress.
The moon glitters in the tiny room
where it's cold and wet,
she was aware of her little sister
distress, and she took away her pain
with her magic touch.
- She had a hint of the Devil in her eyes.
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The Stars Are Made Of Dust
PoetryThe Stars Are Made Of Dust - A collection of poems about a little girl who wanted to be okay. She was a child too scared to live a teenager that didn't want to live she became a woman thrilled to live the entire potential of what life is. - Untold...
