Pitter, patter
Goes the rain.
As is splatters
On the floor.
New holes torn
In my empty home
Nothings left
Nothing more.
Its damp inside
Who'd want to be there?
Cold, and humid
And a broken door.
Holes in my walls
Cracked glass are my windows
It saddens me
As I stare around my home.
But this is just my dream world.
This is but a thought
This is what you left behind
Of my broken heart.
Author notes
...here goes another random spur of the moment poem inspiration..
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Comments
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Aww poops
Sad. Blue-VERY-blue. Make me smile honey, like you done before! Your lovely!
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