Kentuckygirl68's blog: "My Poetry"

I take another step away
close yet another door
the coldness of your shoulder
just keeps becoming more.

There are no longer kind words
there is no open addressing
the art of love that we once knew
no longer needs confessing

We used to face each other
on the bridge inside the wall
now it's desolate and empty
it's begun to crack and fall

There is a constant dripping
and the tears still go unshed,
a puddle gathers at my feet
a pool of deep dark red

You forgot your average flower
picked yourself a beautiful rose
for I am just a daisy

nothing special I suppose.

Poem By Tammy C.