By the time she got there,
It was already too late
The shock that she had
was to much for her
Hope was lost.
Not wanting to move.
She was to shocked,
To even cry his name
That name
Once made her
Laugh, smile, eyes glisten.
Now makes her want to...
Cry,punch something, go find him.
Go find him in the lost cold
Lost in the sight
her heart shaders
shaders like a dropped china cup
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrymy thoughts and hopes about the world and myself. Just put in the form of poetry.
