They used to be so close
Silent conversations travelled
'cross rooms
by the look
on a face
But even the strongest of ties
can be severed and
She cut them
when she cut
herself
The blade that tore
them apart was
the blade that held
her together
whoa...hits you with an ugly
whoa...hits you with an ugly truth. Nice write!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you! I'm glad you liked
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.