When You're Gone, micropoetry by L.M. Giannone at Spillwords.com

When You’re Gone

When You’re Gone

written by: L.M. Giannone



You were but a bud that once blossomed
now wilting in my hands
like a dried up, dead rose
in the morning when you’re gone
all I’m left with is our stained bed
and memories of time gone by
and my heart on the floor
twisted and shattered

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