After The Fight

We used to smile,
Now its a glare,
We used to walk past,
Now we stop and stare.
We used to be happy,
Now not so much,
We used to hug,
Now I miss your touch.
We used to all laugh,
Now its just silent,
We used to be nice,
Now we're just tyrants.
We used to be friends.
Not any more.

by charlotte harris

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.........wonderful imagery ★ It's stiller than the sundown. It's cooler than the dawn— The Daisies dare to come here— And birds can flutter down—