What a loom of withered silver
As it spoons its satins lairs
As the tears weeps lonely tears
Drops of love gone down the glare ...
The heartless door to no return
Screaming at the cursed door
as you walked one last time
Telling me you're never come home ...
The withered silver lies on the floor
Holding my heart one last time
Tulips blooms seems to taunt me
Love dies... as I cry the death of tears.....
What luring pride of caustic nature
The kiss came like a whiplash like no other
That tore my throat in yellow sunlight
That carried him away one last time ...
As the grieving process began
As I lay among the field
In the withered silver snow
You never came back again....
By: Debbie Brooks 2014
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
What a loom of withered silver
As it spoons its satins lairs
As the tears weeps lonely tears
Drops of love gone down the glare ...
The heartless door to no return
Screaming at the cursed door
as you walked one last time
Telling me you're never come home ...
The withered silver lies on the floor
Holding my heart one last time
Tulips blooms seems to taunt me
Love dies... as I cry the death of tears.....
What luring pride of caustic nature
The kiss came like a whiplash like no other
That tore my throat in yellow sunlight
That carried him away one last time ...
As the grieving process began
As I lay among the field
In the withered silver snow
You never came back again....
By: Debbie Brooks 2014
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