When your tears form a river
and outline the shadows of your face
The edges they make
linger there
shaping your profile
into an unknown figure
This river
isn’t beautiful
This river
isn’t free
This river
is cold and unstoppable
pulling you under
and freezing you
to your core.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2017 06:46
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Good write.
Great write
Thank you everyone
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