As if it never was.
Spaces graced.
Erased with linen flannel.
Somewhat harsh.
Erased my heart.
The physical remains.
Burned into ashes.
Smell the embers.
Melting hair.
Charcoal tree stumps.
The metaphoric sword is swung.
Beheaded my love.
Cleft partially by curmudgeon.
A lonely angel.
Ethereal floating as souls drift on
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
As if it never was.
Spaces graced.
Erased with linen flannel.
Somewhat harsh.
Erased my heart.
The physical remains.
Burned into ashes.
Smell the embers.
Melting hair.
Charcoal tree stumps.
The metaphoric sword is swung.
Beheaded my love.
Cleft partially by curmudgeon.
A lonely angel.
Ethereal floating as souls drift on
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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