"Floating"
The door is closed
wind outside is cold
as it rises, howling
the breath in me
shallow and unsure
The past is locked away now
floating under the bridge
crumbling and dead
everything blurs
Blood on your hands now
as a smile invades your face
I never knew you could
didn't think it would come to this
As the rain falls
you watch silently
as the broken remains
of my heart drift along
barely floating above
the water's surface.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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