Dark rooms and lonely nights
Typing on keyboards
Jill lays 'lone
Hugging pillows tight
Carrying the bucket solo
Hill nowhere in sight
He dreams of a woman
Rose bud lips and sapphire eyes
Voice sweet as honey dripping from the hive
Swiping through pictures, hoping to find
His dream of a woman
With sapphire eyes
Glancing in the window
Catching her reflection
Her long flowing hair
And sapphire eyes
a classroom filled with windows
Nowhere to hide
A lonely girl
Holding a book so tight
He wanders what's on her mind
A few seats down the aisle
Two worlds
Each divided
Feeling eyes watching
Her shoulder the hill
Glancing over
Meeting contact
With Jack on the other side
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Short StoryI've been through my own struggle, whether it was created in my head by way of prolonged sadness or bitterness/resentment, or if I was struggling with things I had no control over like failed friendships, a broken heart, or family drama. This is my...
