Two Expressions Compressed.



Unpalettable Despair.





You choose

to dabble


the perfect
colors of

our love
into a miasma

of black.

The canvas

of my skin
stretches tight
over emptiness,
an unfinished
portrait of grief.
All that was

lies cheaply

in Ash.






Hopes Erosion.

Craters in my soul,
dark depression's formed
by my mooning over your loss,
as tears tumble meteoric
across my craggy face.

Sunken hollows
beneath my eyes
cannot hold 
back the grief,
I am a river of regret.,
swept into the oblivion


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pbwriterchick 6 years ago

So very heart breaks for these writes.. :(

And that means they were written perfectly.

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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

You wrote this one for me right?? lol

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