she greeted me with
set teeth the next
sunday morning,
and
i couldn't help but
cherish the emanating glow;
happiness.
YOU ARE READING
t w e n t y
Poetryin which a girl indirectly shares her dying hope in t w e n t y words ~ The fire in her eyes had long diminished, and her scars had long unravelled, but the only remnant she dared to share, of her battered mind, was kept in the braided breaths an...
crisp smile
she greeted me with
set teeth the next
sunday morning,
and
i couldn't help but
cherish the emanating glow;
happiness.
