Kate and Her DrawingA Poem by Pi Cee^Inspiration
The brick wall of her terrace behind her,
she looks down to the street as he drives away. It's raining pretty hard now and she's crying with the melody of the CD he gave her. The vase is broken and the rose has been thrown. First it's just that night running reruns in her head, but with the second tear comes the regret and their history. © 2012 Pi Cee |
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Added on August 18, 2012Last Updated on September 22, 2012 |

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