Her blonde curly hair battered by the wind
As she walked the street on a dark cold night
Not a soul in sight to witness her cries
The cold wind hitting her tearful eyes
Heartache and pain
She felt the immense strain as she was battered by the rain
Her soul had been abused again
All her life she had attracted the wrong men
Her positivity drained
Her body soulless as her heart was stained
She swore she would never trust again
No longer did she have faith in men.
How did you like this story?
Your feedback helps sara_lou understand what's working
@sara_lou
Hi I'm 25 I love English literature and language. I love travel. Kik- saralouise88 Instagram sara_louise_88 Twitter @SaralouiseD88
Similar Stories
Comments & Feedback (9)
This is very sad write but well executed. I'm sure there many out there that could relate to this. Hugs ππ
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.