Life on her skin
Is Frozen as ice
She bleeds from within
There's Blood in her eyes
Shadows on each side
She's closed in
Floods on her floor
Flowing from her pillow
draining to dryness
She nearly breaks.
Sad song in her heart
She's ripped apart
Your image in her head
Your scent on her bed
Memories tormenting
Pain unrelenting
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
