Saddened Hopes
Shaking, sitting on
The floor in which I weep in,
Sighing, crying, frown,
I hear footsteps come,
They come closer and closer,
Stop silence is among us,
The floor is cold chills,
Who travel along my spine,
Shivers sadden now,
A drop of hope rolls,
Streams down the bone of my cheek,
Froze upon my lip.
Copyright © Amanda Governale | Year Posted 2009
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