Heather,
sat next to you.
Had conversations forever,
it was nothing new.
Smiles wider,
I could never be wiser.
Perfect match,
with a perfect catch.
Your smile lit my heart,
overflowing with blood.
Coughing crimson,
smiling through a blur.
I was crushed,
as she rushed.
Turned to mush,
a broken blush.
YOU ARE READING
The lone window
PoesíaPoetry, possibly. . Feelings seem to come out in words, words can cut and scar, scars can help to make one become better. It is either you climb up or you fall. I chose to fall.
