oldest daughter

Posted byAmanda BrownPosted inWritingTags:,

Hodge podge, mismatch,

Broken dreams, whiplash—

Oldest Daughter:

Quiet ghost,

Weakened knees,

Forlorn coast.

Shattered glass,

Failing heart,

Empty room

Torn apart.

Look in her eyes,

They’re dead as dirt—

It’s loving things

That’s bound to hurt.

Published by Amanda Brown

INFP who names inanimate objects, loves to laugh, and is a proud old soul. You can often find her planning out her next crazy project, hugging books, or telling stories about her day that *may* be a little exaggerated.

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