Another Depressing One. Not As Good As The 1st :/


He Left Her

She brushed her teeth
Washed her hands
But she could still smell him near
As she let loose a single tear.

The time they had spent
Of which she still drempt
Battered and bruised her
Till Nothing else soothed her.

She loved him with all her heart
But slowly they grew apart
Her true love wandered away
And her fragile heart began to sway...




Poetry by Holly Andrews
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Written on 2010-02-07 at 22:01

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