Spilled perfume

by Infected with His Deadly Love   Mar 17, 2007


Your voice echoes through my head
Again and again, like a broken record
The last words that you said to me
In my memory, they are stored

You left me standing here alone
Shocked and confused, in the bedroom
With bruises, cuts, heartache and
Broken glasses and spilled perfume

Tears streaming down my face
As I realise you are not coming back
Its over now and always will be
Its your love, that I lack.

-For a contest

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  • 17 years ago

    by Hey Brittknee

    I loved this, i hope you win the contest,
    i loved this part:
    Again and again, like a broken record

    isn't it so true though...sometimes you don't realize that they're not coming back and the realization hits you hard

    beautiful job

    brittany (MD)

  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    This poems really great i loved it alot. The emotion was good and i really did like this line
    "Broken glasses and spilled perfume"
    It caught my attention. Well done this poem was portrayed really well. Good work~mel

  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Awww. This is sad I liked it though hun. You did a great job with it. Lovely. :]

  • 17 years ago

    by BeautifulDisaster

    I LOVE this one! it is absolutely amazing! the flow is great and the wording is amazing! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by The Queen of Spades

    "Broken glasses and spilled perfume"
    That line really captures an image, I suggest writing more poems with imagery because you have a real talent for it. Keep on the excellent work! 5/5

    ~jas~

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