The Break Up

Well, mm, short but if I were ever to be left alone when split apart from my mate it would be amazing if it were somewhere glowing with beauty.
Eyes of wings,
Flutter around natures green blades,
Moist dew falls from red velvet soft pedals,
Small waters crattle the fallen dew,
Reflecting a blurred heart ache.

Hands of two break away,
Quivering lips remain alone,
Sorrow's solution runs from dampen cheeks.

The image is clear,
A boy is alone,
Hands down,
Head bowed.

By Elizabeth Wright
Published: 5/26/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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