Willow trees spiraling around
The wind picks up the fallen leaves
Her mind goes back to that last day
The air was calm, nearly silent
Too silent to ever feel safe
But safety wasn't on her mind
Trying to reach what had left her
Her heart breaking in every step
Nothing would replace those memories
Tears, once of joy, now sadness
The dead air made it all more real
She was lost from them for good
The dead air made it all more real
Her soul would never heal
The dead air made it all more real
Forever broken inside
4/7/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
