She sits there alone
Head in her hands
Crying about the past
Of the hurt inside
She feels so forgotten
He is miles away
Forever being drunk
Lost in a bottle
Never forgiving himself
For what he had done
But there on the window
Long forgotten and neglected
Is a reminder of their love
But now faded and died
A vase of rotting carnations
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
She sits there alone
Head in her hands
Crying about the past
Of the hurt inside
She feels so forgotten
He is miles away
Forever being drunk
Lost in a bottle
Never forgiving himself
For what he had done
But there on the window
Long forgotten and neglected
Is a reminder of their love
But now faded and died
A vase of rotting carnations
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
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