You used to be
So happy.
So, so happy.
And now, you face has turned from the brightest shade of happy, to the darkest shade of blue.
Now I'm stuck here counting dead flowers, and gray skies.
Broken smiles, and cracks in the side walk.
When I used to count the happy things and it was like I could feel the sun from billions and billions of miles away. And all days were bright sky blue days.
But now, all I can do is count your tears.
One by one.
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PoetryWhen the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] * * *Art posted in this book is drawn by me, they shou...
