She was 17,
With long natural brown hairs which were the center of attraction for everyone.
Deep brown eyes which could easily hide the ocean of emotions(pain grief) in them.
Long lashes which held the tears and never let them fall.
A pointed nose which signified the pride which she never had.
Pink lips adorned with a beautiful mole ..always replaced every pain with a smile..smile so pleasant that captivated everyone and always obscured the grief behind.
She was so simple yet so complicated.
An open book with a language (unknown)which no one knew.
A simple puzzle which no one could ever solve.·•●★●•·
@Nyctophile_03
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Poetry By A Melancholic Girl.
Poesie#WattOriginals2020. Previously known as "UNTITLED". "Collection of love and sad poems by a melancholic girl" What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere, so I penned it here. These feelings are melancholy which maybe not everyone but surely someone...
