Her frosted lips press against her knees

A lifetime remained unspoken,

Only loud silence graced the breeze,

Whilst the girl remains heartbroken.

A slither of colour trickled down her face,

Where she bit her tongue at the past

Never again would the girl wear lace,

Or passed around the massed.

About the author


Not gonna lie all of my poems relay how I feel to a certain degree at the moment I wrote them, some will be weird and wonderful others just weird, hope you can relate :)

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