![]() Slipping Through My FingersA Poem by Eala Cartwright
I walked out the door
To the sound of the heartbreak Left You for dead To drown in our mistakes As I flee the scene I try not thinking about it If I broke your heart, Think what you did to me All those days spent waiting Watching as the sand Drained straight through my fingers Slipping through my hands
© 2015 Eala CartwrightAuthor's Note
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Added on September 3, 2015 Last Updated on October 5, 2015 Author
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