You poetry by Ashley Pentycofe
The snow sparkles so innocent in the moonlight
Unaware of my tears falling down my face
I silently sit thinking about our fight
Wishing for a sign to go to your place
But nothing comes and you haven’t called
What was I thinking letting down that wall?
It came crumbling to the ground
I thought I could trust you
But you let me fall
When I needed you most you let me crumble
Now a pile of ash you take a deep breath and blow
Pushing me away
2000 Ashley Pentycofe
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