way down in the fall

by October 4, 2012 0 comments

we lost each other sometime
way down in the fall
when days were grey
and the wind blew my heart
around your mind
enough to break
into shard like pieces of glass
cutting words
one by one
till I bled
wide open
spilling truth
of painted crimson
across the barren desert
of your soul
colder now with winter looming

editors note:

There’s a nip in the air; winter’s a harsh time to be alone. Speak words to mend broken shards or shiver in solitude. – mh

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