She bottled up her feelings,
Crying curled up as a ball.
Up in the terrace, he did the same,
while turning his blood into alcohol.
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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.
Bottled up
She bottled up her feelings,
Crying curled up as a ball.
Up in the terrace, he did the same,
while turning his blood into alcohol.
