flesh and bones
all that could be seen
ruins in the making
the words cut deep into her soul
so she ripped it apart
fragments of memories
lost forever.
an eternity
wouldn't be enough
words were left unsaid
she was gone.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
fickle beings
cold hearts
Sleepless nights
passing cars
Purple bruises
Pale faces
White lies
empty spaces.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC