Sunday, 1 April 2012

Rotting Carnations

She sits there alone
Head in her hands
Crying about the past
Of the hurt inside
She feels so alone

He is miles away
Forever being drunk
Lost in a bottle
Never forgiving himself
For what he had done

But there on the window
Long forgotten and neglected
Is a reminder of their love
But now faded and died
A vase of rotting carnations

Copyright Chris Smith 2012

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