He combed her hair for her
while it lasted.
After 4 months he laid on the bed alone
while on the stereo her fav song blasted.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
Her song
He combed her hair for her
while it lasted.
After 4 months he laid on the bed alone
while on the stereo her fav song blasted.
