May 26, 2009
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She sits in the stairwell

Head in her hands

The room is cold

Like his heart

She is holding in tears

Like rusted gears grinding together on a machine

She is sick of crying

Over him
Over nothing

He is nothing to her

Like a ghost

A ghost haunting her memory

Everything reminds her of him

Eyes bluer than the sky

Voice quieter than a calm breeze

A man who was strong

And protective

She is sick of his deceiving smile

It blinds her from the truth

It reminds her of first grade

The boy stealing glances at her test

He walks down the stairs

His steps are heavy and thick

Like the air between them

He passes her

And places his hand on the cold door knob

Rusted by time
Like their love

He turns to her


Empty Words

Between them now

She stares at him

He stares at her

Their faces are blank

As white paper

The room is silent and dark

The tension between them builds

She looks at him and through him

There is nothing

She does not feel him anymore

He is nothing

She places her head in her hands

As she hears the door slam

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Destinymarina said...
Dec. 10, 2010 at 9:00 am
OMG this is absolutely Amazing
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