The dark season came for her,the sun transformed to as a moon and she was left with little warmth,The dark season
In her room,her pillow case is nolonger dry and lonely,both at night and daytime only it is flooded with her unstoppingly waterfall tears.The dark season
Her body,she barely moves,as if she was coiled with sharp razor blades and left on the ground to roll.What is love?a suicide pit it is,my sister I hope u for better days.The dark season
©69poet
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