October Poem:Lonliness:
By: Gaaragurlie
Blood on the bathroom floor...
Blood on the portrait of you and me...
A cutting knife in what I presume to be the sink of dispair....
Piercing through my heart not only the harsh words you left with me....
but the very knife you placed on the bed...
The very night you left.
Alone.
Like being freed from the many people that once loved me.
Alone.
Like eternal bliss...
At dusk we meet.
When finally you feel the same lonliness I felt.
 DynamicPanda · Sun Sep 30, 2007 @ 11:12pm · 2 Comments |
