Open Poetry #8 |
Broken... |
rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
I stare at the four white walls Littered with pictures of you My eyes scan across the room More constant reminders of you Of promises broken I begin to cower To the blinding ache inside Hearing your sweet voice The words of love you swore to me My heart cries with sorrow and regret I am alone and humiliated Embarrassed for letting myself fall For letting myself believe in your falsehoods I lay in this empty cold bed Curled in a ball Praying for numbness to ease the pain. Hoping for the sleep I know will not come. |
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juliet_2u Senior Member
since 2000-07-23
Posts 1125North Carolina |
Rose I really felt the pain in that one. It was way too familiar. Excellent work. Juls |
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