my eyes, seem void.
as i stare into the broken mirror on the wall.
its as if reliving a bittersweet memory...
the remnants, of home, are crumbling away.
the people that pass, seem to cast heavy judgment on my soul.
as i shut the door for the last time,
and take a step into my new life.
i can feel the tears hot on my cheeks.
as my lips curv upward gracefully into a smile.
the wind passes through me,
robbing me of my sorrow.
i walk into my new life,
the remnants of my past life,
are but dust in the wind..
yea so is that good for a poem?
as i stare into the broken mirror on the wall.
its as if reliving a bittersweet memory...
the remnants, of home, are crumbling away.
the people that pass, seem to cast heavy judgment on my soul.
as i shut the door for the last time,
and take a step into my new life.
i can feel the tears hot on my cheeks.
as my lips curv upward gracefully into a smile.
the wind passes through me,
robbing me of my sorrow.
i walk into my new life,
the remnants of my past life,
are but dust in the wind..
yea so is that good for a poem?