Her smile shows pearly whites,
But cuts like a blade behind closed
Doors.
Her laugh sounds like a childs;
Pure and innocent.
Until her brown eyes turn black,
And that laugh no longer a joy.
She seeps between him and I,
Like a heavy black tar.
She molds to you,
Pretends to be happy for you,
Until we shift closer.
And then back again,
The heavy
Black
Tar
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Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoésieFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
