paper flutters
pages turn
ink spills on fresh paper
tears
mistakes
sunbeams
smiles
spiderwebs of mascara shroud my face, salty fear dripping down the back of my neck
i hate hurting people, over and over
They always seem right until they arent
i trust you and i want you to be the one
but i am just waiting for one of us to get hurt
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Sad Poetry from a Happy World
PoetryThis is a collection of my own poetry born from living a happy life in a sad world and a sad life in a happy one.
