October 26, 2011

The cold words like a shower of arrows
Pierced the heart like a steel blade.
Tears came, like blood from a wound;
On this day, a deep cut was made.

Sound logic was discarded and undone,
Emotions lay bare, hanging in the air.
Air laden with love's forgotten moisture,
Of my now-battered soul this is the lair.

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