How It Was

I sit alone on the floor
Feeling shattered, looking tattered
Succumb to the fact that I am simply gone 
Heart is broken by words unspoken 
Tears flow not from my eyes any more 
I'd rather not cry anymore 
Remembering what broken bottles look like 
See the smoke trail from my lips, curl and dance with the wind 
I think I saw your eyes in the back of my mind
Maybe I hoped you would turn up in the shadows again
I never wanted that call to end 
But to my dismay 
Everything Ends




- May 30, 2014
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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