Her eyes glistened in the midnight light.
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The dark shade of brown in her little eyes is distinct as it reflects across the full moon
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Thin strands of charcoal black hair sweep across the top of her forehead, complimenting the little grey hair pin that's holding up her bangs.
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The blue lake reflects her small features like little buttons on a sweater.
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Long strokes of watery tears fall down her cheek like the rain on a stormy day.
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She lifts her chin up ever so slightly. Her eyelashes pop up and down as she blinks letting out yet another tear,
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"... no one told me I had to figure this out all by myself."
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the way of life ; poems
Poetryrelatable stories, poems, quotes, etc. for sad people with sad lives. :(:
