December 23rd

December 23rd—

Eyes glance down in despair

My trembling hands

Engrave memories into skin.

Nothing compares

To that day,

Standing alone and afraid

In an empty mind.

My head is heavy

And all I see is memories

Of smiles and scars

That I felt so deeply

December 23rd.


About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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