The raw edge of his voice awakened her, stirred her soul
And tugged on her heart
He knocks on the door, lying and sighing
Trying to slide his way back into her bed.
Branches whirl and twist outside the window pane, clawing at the glass
The melody sings softly, sadly and lonely
In the air
And in her hair
He lies
And she cries
For the life of yesterday.
He comes in and kills once more
Spilling and splitting her life at the core.
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Paper and Pencil Shavings..
PoetryThis will be a collection of poetry that I have written over the years.