Your love was a cloud
soft and molded to me
You questioned your soul
and found a way to be free
You made the shadows fall
My pillow is stained with tears
You forfeited our love
The pain will linger for years
A contest entry
- Word Bank, Word Limit by piccola.
600 points, ended June 7, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Only 42 words and each line says so much. Thank you so much for entering.
