Her tears hit my chest like bullets,
Her makeup stained my shirt like blood,
She held me tight like a daughter who would never see her father again,
And as she looked at me, eyes bloodshot, losing their innocence ,
I realized I could be her everything,
Or she could be stronger without me.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Her tears hit my chest like bullets,
Her makeup stained my shirt like blood,
She held me tight like a daughter who would never see her father again,
And as she looked at me, eyes bloodshot, losing their innocence ,
I realized I could be her everything,
Or she could be stronger without me.
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