*A Journal*

Pawing the pages of her once loved friend
She sat and endured
What could only be described as an end
To a time when her life she scrawled
Upon the pages once pure
White, now dulled by the ink and the tears
And the yellow-brown tinge
That comes of being old.

*A Journal*

amiliffe

Joined February 2008

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