Beauty

She was left there
Soaking wet from the rain
They never looked back
Even once

They tied eachothers tounges
Closed every mouth
And spoke nevermore
Of her

Her life vanished behind
New paint on the walls
And fresh new
Hardwood floor

Pictures dissapeared
In a stove
That once had the purpose
To warm

And the rest
Was the work of nature
Consuming what was left
Of beauty




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-05-15 at 21:05

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Poignant and true.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-07-25



A great text, very well expressed!
2008-05-17


Saga
Bookmarked, Bookmarked, Bookmarked!!!!
2008-05-16


RhyneHeart
This is beautiful poem and I love it from the start to end
thank you for sharing this...
2008-05-16