Beauty
She was left thereSoaking wet from the rain
They never looked back
Even once
They tied eachothers tounges
Closed every mouth
And spoke nevermore
Of her
Her life vanished behind
New paint on the walls
And fresh new
Hardwood floor
Pictures dissapeared
In a stove
That once had the purpose
To warm
And the rest
Was the work of nature
Consuming what was left
Of beauty
Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-05-15 at 21:05
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