cold tile

Time that is gone,
never for the return,
no hope for future
or tomorrows burn.
Tears that fall
and gravitys pace,
if they could fall faster
so that she can heal.
Open wounds,
left for infection,
only dug at more,
by her ''freinds''
only dug at more,
infornt of her sins.
He takes it
atleast with a smile
a girls deepest part
her heart, on tile.
Gravity, stars, love
blah, blah, blah
what she gives...
not enough.
What she gives,
false hopes for
better todays,
tomorrows,
yesterdays.
He won't change.
Her heart on the cold
tile
floor,
his back
left threw
that door.

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2 comments so far.

1. Claudia Buelna says:

   sad poem :(
   but very good :)

2. Bob Mortland says:

   Great poem, Tough to read with no breaks but if you read it all the way, like intended, without the breaks, it is so much better than any breaks could do!