The paper crumbles in the fire
All words lost within the flame
The broken truth of a sworn liar
It’s known he’s the one to blame…
He tells her of the death of love
He speaks of a the language so dead
He says there’s no hope from above
No heaven to come ahead…
She cries as tears fall on the page
The tears of lost dreams in her head
She throws the sheet in the fire with rage
Then her poor,red eyes just bled….
She falls and breathes her last cold breath
All dreams and love for her are gone
Her only wish was one for death
The hopeless girl that died alone…..
Bridgett Ferguson 1991
The Letter
Thought this song went perfectly with this poem. The Black Heart Procession-The Letter
Crockpot, 6 months ago
Very nice! This one reminds me of something Robert Smith (The Cure) would write. ;)
flower68, 6 months ago
then her poor,red eyes just bled
nice writing Bridgett.
Bridgett Ferguson, 6 months ago
Crockpot- thanks so much! I adore The Cure! :)
flower68-thanks so much hon’! ;)
hugs
langstonmartine, 6 months ago
nice really
Bridgett Ferguson, 6 months ago
thank you langstonmartine. :)