dianna hardy (Remove filter)
Broken Dreams
It was unexpected,
that morning when you left.
The sun shone strongly
through the pane,
my pain shattering the silence
of the emptiness you dropped me in,
bereft.
A morning moon still in
the sky would not let me rest
from the ignorance
of last night,
false bliss, false peace
as you slept and lied your love upon
my breast.
...
Thursday 8th July 2010 2:18 pm
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