Another night staring at the ceiling he leans against the white walls with 5 bloody fingers sucking her soul away. four knuckles bashing against purity grasped by an unloved soul. with her cold hands holding his the raindrops hit the windows. as the tear drops drip slowly to the floor. Another night with the clouds… Continue reading Her mascera.
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A Heart Full of Meloncholy
Davina’s cell phone rang.She answered it just to hear the meloncholanist voice she was so familiar with.It was her boyfriend Cameron.”What are you doing?””Nothing just sitting here,trying to figure out somewhere to go,”she frustratingly said,while in the back of her mind she desperately wished he cared enough to ask what was wrong