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adeepersilence
Jerome Oxford
United States, CO, Centennital

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Gray (The Color of What is Left)

The love turned away
All I have given, all I have felt
She shit it all away,
for a night with another
With the ring of my love wrapped tight around her finger,
she held his and kissed his lips
Did she hear my heart break as she did it?
Now the pieces of my heart that loved lies around me
(it smells like gunpowder)
I wonder if she wanted to see me fall,
I wonder if he was worth it
The life I knew has gone away with her.

This betrayal is turning me gray on the inside.

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brokenpoet Comment by: brokenpoet - 2007-12-24 12:42
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The gray and the pieces of your heart smelling like gunpowder really make an impact. Good poem.
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