Winter
The wind howls through ashen clouds. So cold and uncomfortable you shiver. Hairs standing erect on your back. Your blue lips suddenly quiver.
A Withering Hope
Here she lies,. Alone from this world,. Another untold story,. An unnoticed girl. No tears escape,. From her eyes,. For she's grown accustomed to,. Doings worse than lies. In her mind,.
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Maybe the bridge burns. Lots of twists and turns. Maybe we all fall. I'll get up and carry on tall. Stuff happens I get it. I'm not throwing any fit. Just here to express. Not a violent protest.