Nicola-Isobel H · Oct 9, 2011
Worthlessness

Utter defeat,
Bleeds like poison,
from these futile tears,
Carelessness,
Is all he has to offer,
Closer to the door,
With every second,
My words,
Can no longer hold him back,
I know I mean nothing,
From the moment he leaves,
I carry the weight,
Of worthlessness

©Nicola-Isobel H.     23.06.2011
 
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