draped heavily in perfume,
she walks in the light of the sun
but the dark trails behind
clutching onto her feet.
don’t ask her what she’s sad about,
or she’ll tell you.
and you’ll never leave.
August 10, 2015, 12:51 PM
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flourishedandsunkissed
I'm 20 and have always been a writer. I started poetry my sophomore year of high school. Some of these poems were assignments, but most are my feelings and fears in writing. "Most everyone is mad here. You might notice that I'm not all there myself." - Cheshire Cat, Alice in Wonderland
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