He killed her.
Plain and quite simply so.
He slayed her.
Time and time again
With his words his eyes
His ever present smile
He poisoned her.
With hopes of love and adoration
Promises of happiness
Peace and tranquility
Which remained unfulfilled
He destroyed her.
With sweet nothings
And vague descriptions
Of a promising life
Alas.
All that's left of her
Is barely anything
A mere shell
Of the girl that used to be
Of the love that once was
YOU ARE READING
Unwritten
RandomThese are poems reflecting my thoughts as well as my emotions. An engagement in the art of poetry. Words that were left unsaid.
