the floor creaked on that cold summer day
The house was silent haunted by memories that could have been
nobody could be seen from inside
till, a loud crash emerged from the kitchen
glass shattered like the fragile innocence that once was,
she clutched her bloody hand
her sobs echoed throughout,
the house was loud with the pain it had
instead of the joy it should have been
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Ink & Quill
ПоэзияA Collection of Poems written by yours truly you can thank me later, but preferably now :] ______ Energy inside,Never growing Trapped inside, sentenced for life lock up the key and close my eyes helpless to find a better peace of mind leave me to...
