Almost

by Mel   Feb 17, 2012


Silver rain
weaves
through weeping guitar riffs
slipping from grey windows.

Paper flowers
in shades of emptiness, mistakes and love
tossed onto the floor,
bleed their inky pain.

Her eyes
in shattered stained glass patterns,
forever.

She's gone.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Ronel McCarthy

    Love the metaphors ........'Almost' reaches finality in the last line 'she's gone 'beautiful

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