Kiss of Winter

You are mad
he flatly states
mascara grows crimson from hollow eyes
heart’s bloodstain grown cold
from callous barbs
fallen on deaf ears
the mystery of how you once loved
remains
like dust in the corners of a vacant room
You question your sanity as the door slams
The leaves crunching beneath his feet fading
like the color in lifeless lips
Forgotten
with a kiss of winter

Copyright ©2007 Hannah Adrian Rogers

Kiss of Winter

Adrena87

Joined November 2007

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