Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Friend

She held me close.

Tears rolled down her soft pink cheeks.

She held me each time she was happy or sad. My cheek rested against hers. I could never express my Love for her. I could never tell her she was beautiful. I could never tell her that I cared.

I was her glass doll.


  1. this post be very close to all our hearts. :)

  2. That's really deep and expressive. love it.

  3. Wow! It's beautiful. You write amazing 55 fiction, with a deep sense of conflict & a great ending :) A thumbs up from my side. Take care :)