She dove in the ocean of tears
Left everything undone
She dug deep down the abyss
And then she was gone
She walked by the lonely moonlight
Her heart cold and numb
She went until her feet gave up
And then she was gone
She looked at the shattered glass
And picked it up one by one
She let the blood flow from her
And then she was gone
She asked the heavens to take her
To fly her away by the hand
She cried for them to hear her
And then she was gone
She was a soul of promise
Before she met this man
She was left down and broken
And then
She was gone.
MLS 08-10-2007
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It's sort of an homage to some poem I heard from somewhere. If you know what I'm talking about, you're awesome.
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Stare at the Window and Rhyme
PoetryWriting is like mind-pooping. And oh, it rhymes.
