Broken Soul from Apartment #4

While I was writing this poem, I was singing it in my head and ended up turning it into a song because it just seemed to flow that way.  So, needless to say, later today I’ll be busting out the guitar and putting some music to it.   But for now, here’s the poem!~


Vintage records are playing loud

To mask the sound

Of  your despair

As teardrops soak the only sweater that you wear –


And you wonder what went wrong.


The candles have all burned out

And every rose has wilted now

You’re left alone in the dark with nothing but the smell

Of a love too headstrong to ever go well


And your boyfriend’s hanging out in bathroom stalls

While you

Drive past your best friend’s house

But she’s not there –

She never will be;

You’re simply hanging on to a memory

That’s slowly fading but is still so bold and beautiful

For now.


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