First Time
she sits in her room alone, on the bed. curled up in a ball. the day light streams in thru the open window, then it gets dark. clouds drift in, and out, making the bright sun disapear. rain falls. from high above. thunder claps and lightning strikes. she gets up, and looks into the mirror. As lightning strikes, and brightens up her room, she brushes the last of her tears away . and smiles for the first time in a long time. "no longer will i cry over you. im better with out you. " she gets up and closes her window and blinds and turns on her light. somehow it lights up her heart, and she isnt heavy with sorrow anymore. she smiles && she actually means it.
Copyright © Aryain Price | Year Posted 2013
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