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The Divorce rate continues to soar
by Anastasia Showsanother hole in the wall
i'm still here lying on the couch
lying still, hidden in the blanket pouch
I'm shaking hidden and small
I can see you slipping, I know you're to fall.
Shattering the silence with your hands, you slouch
down against the broken mirror, not a sob or "ouch".
I can see the pain in your eyes/
she doesn't love you anymore.
you know her little lies
and the blind anger multiplies
She can't hear you when he's at the door.
home sweet home to broken home, oh time flies.
03/28/2008 Posted on 03/28/2008
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/29/08 at 03:36 AM "i can see the pain in your eyes
she doesn't love you anymore."--I really like that. |
| Posted by Nancy Ames on 03/30/08 at 01:57 PM Nice one - so sad and lyrical, suitable for a slow guitar. |
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