Olive skin with a sun kissed glow,
Rosy cheeks, stained with tears.
She cries alone, devoured in a blanket,
Grasping her pillow to cover her weeps.
He's dead.. He's dead.. He's dead..
She repeats. How could he leave me?
She thinks, as steady tears stream
Down her beautiful face. She wipes them away
With the back of her free hand.
Her knees feel weak at the thought,
So she tries to block it out.
Her curly brown hair gets into her face
But she pushes it away.
She can't help but think,
Why couldn't he stay?
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Unrealistic Dreamer.
PoetryCollection of poetry being entered in the Atty Awards. © secretbeauty_ (cover made by Perfectionism)