You made no attempt to wipe them away. The tears went on falling until I found myself alone.
My unspoken secrets.
I was so fascinated by you I had locked the key of us.
And I saw my uneasy reflection staring from the depths of the photograph.
The only thing was the faded grey.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
