Lacrimose Melody

Once again trying to put feelings into words...I'm happy with parts of it, but not others. Trying to get myself to write *something*.

Sobs give way to

scars.

Wounds become

locks

on internal doors.

Pillows fill the

void

you left in

forsaken sheets.

Hope

is the

mortar

of this

piecemeal heart.

Independence the

façade.

The reality?

Lost.

Reviews

[Hey.MeAgain.]

Pillows fill the
void
you left in
forsaken sheets.

Absolutely love that line, just ... love it.

[Emily]

"Pillows fill the
void
you left in
forsaken sheets."

God don't I know how that feels.
This poem makes me think too much and hurt. Nice write. I wish we could both have the men we're still in 'like' with. (can't say love, cause we're a little obsessed)
:-/ *hugs* always.