A Sweet Bird's Throat

A Sweet Bird's Throat

A Poem by brittanyjane

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"

© 2008 brittanyjane

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

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Added on June 21, 2008




I don't know a lot about myself, anymore, so I definitely couldn't tell you anything. more..

Mommy Mommy

A Poem by brittanyjane