Sitting there with a broken heart
Underneath lay crisp dry grass
Dirt road lasting miles like the Nile
Crumbled leaves representing her crumbled heart
Dry winds sculpting her tears
She was alone emotionally
But not physically
Her world was dying
Similar to the beds of grass around her
Wilting away
Feeling even more pain with the pines beneath her
Sharp and stingy as her heart beweeping
As stiff as the rake
And dull as her soles
Her heart starts to slumber
As she wonders
When will it rain?
The sun has absorbed all the life
From the plants to her heart
She's holding on for dear life.
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PoesiaHello lovelies!! THIS IS NOT A STORY They are my own poems. Everyday I will post a new poem. They will range from variety of moods or feelings. My poems are not all about me!! They're taken from prospective of other lives. I hope you guys enjoy :) ...
