Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

I Don’t Cry Anymore

My eyes have been dry for such a long time,

sandy beaches, suddenly deserts.

The sun sets as I settle in your lap,

dry eyes, with no tortured tears,

deep in a trance,

hypnotised by how you hold me,

so soft, so secure.

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