Eliza:
Each day as the evening starts to set
The ache builds in her chest
She knows she must go to bed
And try to get some restShe hugs her tear stained pillow close
When no one is around
And cries for one she loved and lost
And screams without a soundOthers see her in the day
And think she's doing well
But everyday as the evening sets
She enters her own hellTime hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quieted her fears
So every night, alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears
~silent tears by kpKaren:
She was a giver.
Always poured,
too much of love.
Never realised
Watering a rock
Doesn't make it soft
~unknownJordan:
Kill me if you must,
But I shall not bow to a king
Who wears a crown
Studded with the jewels
Of every life he has ended
~unknownAlexis:
And the woman whose heart isn't afraid to love
And whose feet aren't afraid to walk,
Is a woman who won't be stopped.
~JmStormHayden:
Be careful how you
treat the
sweet ones,
some
of us keep a
fire breathing
dragon asleep inside.
~Maryam Hasnaa
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The destroyer of my crop top is a killer.
Mistero / ThrillerBut before I could turn to close the door, the air in my lungs escaped as my heart sank into the deepest part it could sink into. There it was, Karen's body, Staring lifelessly into the abyss. Her body against the cold, hard, concrete floor. Her nec...