Brianna N R Wine
The traces of life haven't completely left me yet, but they soon will vanish.
The pain is still there…the hurt still evident.
I don't know how I became a stoic figure of life, but here I am
Life has tramped me in the dirt along with you.
Your feet I felt the most, grinding into me as I was down.
I just want to forget our time together, our brief words
Because that is all there ever was- brief words- but they meant so much.
Words are heavier than any stone and sharper than any stick.