She Cries
Abandoned,
lost,
wounded,
broken.
Her eyes sting with acid tears
and her cheeks are stained blood-red.
With her head in her hands,
she cries.
With her heart in her hands,
she cries.
Broken,
wounded,
lost,
abandoned,
she cries.
I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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