The downpour seemed to numb her pain,
As she was dressed in the black of widowhood.
Tears streamed across her angelic face,
As they earthed her lover's body.
People come and people go,
But, she didn't know how soon.
She has to remain strong.
So she smiles,
At least she tries.
Her daughter has now taken her life,
Leaving her with a single bloodied note,
Her remaining pieces fall apart,
Into fits of rage and thumping heart.
Who knew women were fragile?
She laughed, at the thought,
And without giving a second glance,
She left the house burning to cinder and ash.
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Epigrams
PoezieIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
