She's cried too many times like this before...
A crumpled paper doll
on the floor.
Sadness creeps in
like an ex-bestfriend ,
still trying to come over.
They beg her to stop crying,
to dry her eyes.
She can't quit.
She's soaked in sadness ,
Like the rain,
Her tears begin to dry ,
and they start up again.
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A Poem A Day Keeps the Brain On Vacay
PoetryThis is a collection of poems.Any and pretty much every genre.I will try to write poems everyday or a bunch in one ,but it may not always happen! Hope you enjoy! :)
