hushed whispers
they're waitinghe positions the ball
takes several steps back
and runs forwarda swift kick
sends it flying
soaring over
the pitchthe crowd
cries out
its disappointmenthe missed
a scowl
painted on
his chiseled face
muttering curses
at himselfjust like
the time when
he left herhe let her go
like sand
through his fingers
slipping
sliding
exploiting every crack
in his walls
he was defencelesshe is broken still
the rebuilt fortress
doesn't repair
the damage
wreaked by her------------------------------------------
so the dallas vs. detroit nfl game was pretty good
xx alina
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The Pianist
Poetrya collection of poems about love lost and found between two people. {+} © durmsteiger 2015 (lowercase intended)