Divorce
Holding the peace,
I've yet to release,
My rose that bloomed,
Only to wilt.
Saying good-bye,
As I start to cry,
Embracing her smiling,
Hand made quilt.
Wrapped around,
This hollow gaze,
This emptiness starting to faze,
All because she simply,
Couldn’t love me.
Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011
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