Tears flowed,
Making the sunny day,
A rainy day.
Her cuts and scars
Hurt as the salt water
Trickled down her cheeks.
She cried,
Pondering over the beloved.
But it had been her choice.
She brought this down on herself.
Sorry won't heal this wound.
Scars open her heart,
Him?
He seemed fine...
But don't we all lie?
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Short Poems
PoesíaWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
