Source: We heart it

Source: We heart it

Death…

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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