"Tell me a story,"
Said she, sitting
Upright in her bed
Clouds above her
Head hanging from
The ceiling where
Painted stars soared
Across a hazy sky, he
Sat at her feet, a smile
At his lips till chapters
Turning to numerous
Novels had made her
Eyes flutter shut, the
Sun came to meet morn
And he was gone.
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
