The Colour MaroonA Poem by Briony Bryant
Was close to putting back the pieces
When he crashed into my life. Without any consideration or remorse he Watched me shatter across the floor. And before his dark eyes, I got on my hands and knees Began to gather those pieces Just like I had six short months ago. But like glass they dug into my open wounds So I choked back the tears. My blood dried, Painting it all maroon. He was the colour maroon. His rough hands covered me with love, Explored every inch of my body with his soft kiss. Numbed me of the pain. Then with those same hands, He reached into me, Touched my heart And ripped it from my still beating chest.
© 2013 Briony BryantAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 16, 2013 Last Updated on September 17, 2013 Tags: free verse, poetry, love, heart break AuthorBriony BryantCanadaAbout"You may think I am small but I have universe inside my head" more..Writing
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