By The River

Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

Watered down innocence drowning by the river.

She smokes another cigarette, waiting for tomorrow.

Queen of the last-year cliqué.

Ego kings are not her thing.

Pristine bruise created by an aching heart.

She was here yesterday but now is gone.

Sinking slowly.

Heavenly weeping.

Holding onto a bittersweet memory.

Nobody saw her coming…

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Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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Patricia Pixie❤

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Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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