and, as if it were routine,
she pulled out her sunglasses and slipped them onto her face to hide the tears streaming down her cheeks,
in hopes that her pain would become
invisible
to the rest of them.
YOU ARE READING
La Da Dee ✔
Poetrymelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
