Tapping her finger it echoes, through the abandoned house she knows.
Humming a song unremembered, no one there to have it heard.
Strumming the strings on the guitar,
Ceases playing to shed a tear.
A broken melody of the heart, screaming, crying laced with fear.
Wood clatters to the floor, her fingers curl in agony, leaving the house she knows.
Attempting to forget the past abusive melody.
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The Cloud That Weighs Upon My Head. (Poetry)
Poésie•My Mind Is Fogged With Hate And Misery, Eating Away At Every Cell And Emotion. Why Not Share These Twisted Thoughts In The Form Of Poetry?• ~~"My heart has let you in, never to let you out, and so it breaks me everyday your love I can't live withou...
