Wondering

By Vodka.Flowers.

Wed, 05 Dec 2012
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2 comments
 

Broken.
Broken.
Broken wings.

Waiting for the better things
questioning the lettering and
the stories they told her.

Broken from the little things.
Quiet beings quickly losing
the deeper meaning, to everything.
and they wonder why they lost her.

She wondered about who's still loving.
How eager she went to see them,
watching, waiting, wondering.
Questions never surfacing.

Watching with watering,
eyes,
like cold stone.

Broken and bitter,
left to question the winters,
left to wonder, wither,
oh, how they still don't know.

Certificate PG
Poem
My attempts at making the world, make sense.
Unclassified

Comments

Submitted by The Walrus on
Nice piece Vodka.Flowers, but a little sad like a lot of things in life. There's a typo in the fourth stanza 'She wondered about who's still loving. How eager she went to the them,' - I don't think 'the' belongs in there. I can't see why you have an 18 certificate on this, you're limiting who will read it.

Submitted by Vodka.Flowers. on
Oh thanks for pointing those out, I didn't realize I changed that setting.