broken fragments of my heart
the mirror tells no lies it reflects what it must see
even when flesh with glass impacts it still won’t set me free
instead now a hundred forlorn faces stare at me
in scorn I see a thousand teardrops falling
blood drips in time as the teardrops mourn
I lick the cuts of red, taste the salt of my own blood,
words tumble through my mind in an endless, merciless flood
bind my wound with her kerchief she left hanging on a knob,
the only thing she left except for her memories and…
again her name I sob
Beautifully captured as always. You have such a precious heart.
Chanti
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
(1st mate) Paul;-]
Allen
*Tears* the best tribute I can give--can hardly see for them flowing down my cheeks--well done
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
The heart never forgets that feeling...
Jennifer:)
Not easy to let go!!
Love Tinka