A Sweet Bird's Throat

Well...I have no idea?

She watches the tears race down her face From the newest illusion of pain The most recent cuts her hands have made Forming a puddle of remorse She's drowning in his memory Hanging on to his mere essence Still in every inch of the sheets On her bed where she lays His depression still in the mattress His silhouette dancing in the hallway The phone taunting her with possibilities The half empty closet always a reminder The silence is screaming Transparency never felt so good A haunting smile plays on her lips As she displays her affections... "She's not bleeding on the bathroom floor Just for the attention"

Reviews

[melanie j bean]

God bless her! the pain of love is not lost on time!look up and keep writing!