lmgiannone
You were but a bud that once blossomed
now wilting in my hands
like a dried up, dead rose
in the morning when you’re gone
all I’m left with is our stained bed
and memories of time long gone by
and my heart fallen on the floor
twisted and shattered.
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You are a beautiful dark gray
one or two slaps
may have hurt you
but pain is an option
while your life
is on your breath
at this moment.
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