I look through your tears,
a sodden tissue clenched tight,
My hopeless murmured comfort,
Too little too late, after this black dog's bite,
The milky shadow that cloaks your soul,
My friend buried beneath,
Your tears call mine to fall...
I dream a nightmare of a future wreath,
Just watching you curl up so small,
"Don't give up on life," I whisper,
"Don't give up on me,"
Her voice barely audible, so soft,
"I won't, because,
this isn't how it's meant to be."
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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@naaviie I didn't mean that you always write sad ones, far from it. I meant I had just 'liked' two other super ones which were also sad. In a good way! πΉπΉπΏπΉ
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