Title: Sit and think
by Chelsie-Jo from Staffordshire | in writing, fiction
Sitting alone on that old bridge where we kissed I feel the darkness surround me.
My mind spins with the thought of you. Your voice echoing in my mind.
The ice cold wind pushes back my long black hair and pushes aside the salty tears that are now rapidly running down my face.
My emerald eyes glow with the hope of hearing your voice.
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