Everything she did felt wrong at the time,
From the depth of her words, to the fakeness of her smile.
Everything she did felt wrong at the time,
For she knew someone was watching from behind.
Something about even the ordinary fet odd,
From the sadness in her laughter, to the distracted nods.
Something about her was different at the time,
For then, there was nothing left in her mind.
Nothing about her was the same that day,
From the stiffness to her shoulders, to the paleness of her face.
Nothing about her felt normal at the time,
Yet no one had noticed the warning signs.
~Via
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
