Sep 20, 2020 | Rating : | Written by Mel
Fateless Read Count : 290

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
They lay to rest 
behind mirrored doors
Buried in a box 
collecting dust 
along with the 
butterfly acoustic 
blood stained shirt 
and hoard of empty bottles 
They scream 
Begging to be 
remembered 
and cried over 
They speak of 
love and sorrow 

Comments

  • Sep 20, 2020

  • Harmony Vic

    Harmony Vic

    How nice.

    Nov 02, 2021

  • blaster9mm ruger

    Blaster9mm Ruger

    nice

    Oct 09, 2020

  • Raoumar Umar

    Raoumar Umar

    hi

    Oct 09, 2020

  • too short

    Oct 16, 2020

  • Dec 24, 2020

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  • Jan 08, 2021

  • I really like that

    Feb 04, 2021

  • Vanessa Shades

    Vanessa Shades

    Good!

    Apr 02, 2021

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