PretendA Poem by Arantza
The tears swallowed my sight
Burning my skin As the poison rolled down Leaving the marks Of its path down my cheeks. When my hand wiped the tears Leaving no trail behind. As the memories hid Like the shadow in the dark. Leaving room for the one thing they cared to see: The sun drawn as a smile in my face And the tears that had now fade away.
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Added on September 15, 2017 Last Updated on September 15, 2017 Author
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