Day 32: Dream Killer

I wrote a very short poem y'all. It definitely does not feel complete, but I wanted to share it anyway!

With eyes so bright with tears, 
How can your heart not break?
How can one not see the pain behind the glass?

With soft hands trembling,
How can your hands not reach out for hers?
How can one not see her fear?

She reaches out one last time before turning away from her dreams forever.


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