Metal, to you, a piece of worthless junk
Tossed into the graveyard of what used to be
Click, clock, chunk and clunk
Never a person, just cold machinery
Rock tipped off the edge, toppling down
An avalanche of caving in to sorrow
Because you turned her smile to a frown
All she does is wait for tomorrow
And when rock crashed to metal
It dented them forever
They were both flowers with lost petal
Opposites, moreover
It all happened too fast
Because it was a sinking ship
A ship with no sail or mast
Titanic, it lost its grip
You drowned them all
Metal and rock
And the guilt stands tall
Isn't that a shock?
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Footprints
PoetryMy third collection of poetry about everything that life may throw at us. Love, sadness, death...
