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Crimson roses for loved ones,
Lay deadened on the floor,
Ancient love letters lay abandoned at the
Door.
Because my heart rests,
Dead in the cellar,
There was a lot of work for him to do,
Poor old feller.
He was broken and crushed,
And bleeding too,
With open wounds
As I cried to you.
But you did not care,
No you did not worry,
And with your apologies,
No you did not hurry.
Later they came,
As a tidal wave,
Drowning me when I least expected.
But it was too late to tell me,
Too late to tell her,
Because by then,
My heart was safely in the cellar.




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Wonderment said...
Dec. 16, 2011 at 10:14 pm:
I like it. I like the discriptions and lanugage. Good job :)
 
DreamInTheRain replied...
today at 11:27 pm :
Thank you darling~
 
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