Teardrops ran silently
Down my face in
Such a way that
It feels they've been there
A thousand times before
And each one that falls has
Its own story but most
Of them are just screaming your name
Begging you to come back
To the thing you claimed
You once loved and now
I need you more than ever
A/N
So I've never really published any of my works before, and so I would love it if you would give me some feedback. Thanks xxKiana
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Distorted
PoetryThis is for the ones who understand. Trigger warning. All written by me.
