Oblivion laid before her
Nothing but a blank page, the time passed and a girl with a mind of her own
All of a sudden the words came scrabbling onto the page
Her fingers ran across the keyboard
Her eyes began to shimmer which would soon turn into the
Tears that rolled down her cheeks as she remembered
Summer nights and winter mornings
Hazel eyes and cold hands
Brilliant arguments and drawn out goodbyes
Soon enough she would become what she wrote
- the art of poetry
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Author:
T.C. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2019 21:36
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Comments4
Lovely work
Thank you very much!
very nice write 🙂
Thanks bud 🙂
Those words fill the pages with wonderful thoughts and poetry.
Thank you!
Good write Clark.
Thank you!
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