03.01.17

​A pretty home

A shell of it

No soul

No love

You do everything

Still it falls apart

For there wasn’t life

From the very beginning.

          broken

She sits on the floor

With the picture frame tight in her hands

Moves to the shower

Water running down her hair

She slides to the floor

On her mind

The song replays

It’s all she has

A song and a picture

Memories

And a hurt she can’t stop. 

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