I see them lying, scattered around,
Like sharps of a shattered glass,
It's deadly silent, not a sound,
Red blood runs through the grass,
Shattered glass, my shattered heart,
Tears run down my face,
My heart is in a million shards,
I still feel our last embrace,
You're ghostly arms wrapped tightly,
Around my trembling body,
Your eyes now dim where they used to be bright,
You can now no longer hold me.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
