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Tears stain the pages,
Ink of the pen ran out too,
Her hand flowed on its own,
Pain in the words waiting to seep through.
World ceased to exist,
As the words crawled its way through,
White pages were filled with,
Words she wanted to say too.
Tears trail to their end,
Those pages become their destination,
At edge and still considering,
Should she just give up halfway?
The wave washed over the shore,
Taking all her regrets along with it.
Funny how she used to struggle to write,
Yet even her last letter existed to prove her wrong.
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YOU ARE READING
Pressed between the Pages
Poetry》Poem Compilation《 Words can never justify our feelings and yet we still try to write them down. We use words every day, try to express what we feel and why we do so, and yet, somehow, we always fall short. Try looking through the lines and maybe, y...
