Special Dedication To Someone: (Must Read) Broken Hearted Girl By: Psammist I lay my head on her chest, Her heart is as quiet as radio on mute. The quality of her sound is like an old speaker, She sounds a bit impaired at every sigh. I am staring at torn chart, The words on it are bit vivid. I am looking at her heart, And it looks like the gory cross Jesus died on. I am looking at a river, I fear the depth of the tears she cried that night. It made my skin shiver, The strain she was in after that fight. I am looking at a wave, The sight of her weave is like staring at a beach. She is as frail is wine, Though she radiates like water at night. I am looking at pain, She screams like a woman giving birth. I can see all her veins, She just lost her only girth. I am looking at waterfall, The mark-up on her face is like rain on the window pain. It tolled down like flight Columbus, As she endured all strain. I am looking at a smoke, As I watch her diary burn. She held on her hand a photo of him, In the hope that he will one day return. She suffocates at his sight, I was her cringe and studer. She crumbs up like a vampire in day-light, As her very soul begins to cower. I look at a girl who cant sleep at night, The memories haunt her. She twists and turns, Like a nightmare taunts her. My world twirls as I look at her, Please stop crying. She cries even more... He was a fool to let you go.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 16:42:22 +0000
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