Mon, 01/06/2020 - 11:03 -- awksile

the room is empty; the wind, stopped.

the room is quiet; the world, silent.

the room is dark, the light has left.

the room is cold, the warmth decided to leave.

the room is small, the walls closing in.

the room is heartless, her heart being torn apart.

the room is lonely, she sits in there by herself.


the girl is empty, all emotion has left her.

the girl is quiet, all her words have been spoken over.

the girl is dark, the light she followed being blown out.

the girl is cold, no ones there to keep her warm.

the girl is small, all her fears surrounding her like giants.

the girl is heartless, the heart barely beating anymore.

the girl is lonely, the room being her only friend.


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