Death…

Source: We heart it

Sightless eyes

Porcelain skin

Arms folded

 

My broken heart

on your sleeve

 

Nothing left

An empty house

Bits and pieces

of a life gone wrong

 

No soul…

 

© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

*NOTE: The series of poems in the current chapter I am reading each day (500 poems/500 days) deal with death … this is my take on the subject.

 

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