Broken bruised bodies on the cold hard floor Smell of iron and death fills the damp air Smashed faces unrecognized anymore
By Tina Ha5 years ago in Poets
Sweet scent of July fills the open air Forcing my head with memories of you All the times we use to cry out and swear Constantly making us worn down and blue
Teary eyes fall upon the tortured dead Broken down, to the bone, with nothing left Shaky hands covered in the color red She pulled away before she felt bereft
