I remember the concrete doors
The iron padded locks
The barred windows
The blood stained soap
The cold ground
The puddles... and your face
Your touch
Your eyes
Your smile
Your laugh
Your faith
Your passion
Your love
You
A contest entry
- love. by luna-midnight.
1000 points, ended December 24, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow...i like really love this..it tore at my heart, like a sad.....depressing dying love...where you hold on..and he just rips you or she...lol
and it kills...
nicely done, and thanks for entering
Stephanie ♥

