Light bulbs were smashed in their sockets as she lost her mind.
She found a way to release the pain,
tearing the sofa cushions dusted with crushed saltines.
The sets of initials carved into the coffee table,
were the only thing left to remind her of the love she once lost.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Light bulbs were smashed in their sockets as she lost her mind.
She found a way to release the pain,
tearing the sofa cushions dusted with crushed saltines.
The sets of initials carved into the coffee table,
were the only thing left to remind her of the love she once lost.
Request permission to use this poem