Hourglass
rejected before she could give cause.
needle highs surround as stale air hangs
yesteryear melodies and dust-glitter float aimless
emptiness echoes sorrow
and windows hide truth
people pass on by.
she came of age before time
to whispers of threat and empty promise
to young to understand, she kept it buried
masked
she was me and her life was mine.
<Deleted User> (8730)
Thu 26th May 2011 09:44
good and real