“She was, an American girl”…

Eye Will Not Cry

Wishing all my American readers a very Happy Fourth of July…

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The electrical storm…
Raged high overhead…

Deep in the night…
As she lay in her bed…

Piercing the darkness…
Lighting up the sky…

Like a firework display…
On the Fourth of July…

Her dreams in tatters…
Something had died…

There was nothing left…
Behind tear-stained eyes…

Just a wall of silence…
And a vast black void…

A haunting reminder…
Of what she destroyed…

As her venomous tongue…
Fired arrows, sharp & twisted…

She lost all control…
But as the red mist lifted…

She realised the hurt…
And saw all his wounds…

But was unable to recover…
Knew they were doomed…

Destroying any trust…
That had once flourished…

Broke his kind heart…
That she once cherished…

And pushed him away…
Built so many walls…

Till he finally craved solitude…
Time away from it all…

As he’d forgiven so much…

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