It was her past
Flowing in her veins.
The deep artwork on her wrist
Let her let it go.
What was spilled on the bathroom floor that night wasn't crimson blood but
Rough childhood
Failed marriage
Broken dreams.
She finally let her past go.
_25.09.2019_
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells
