Broken bottles

by TheFutile   Jul 14, 2007


Looking at this photograph
and what it used to be
remembering the pain
the day that you left me

the day you got into that car
and when you turned that key
you drove down that gravel road
on the day that you left me

you left your ring on the counter
and broke my bottle on the floor
you stormed out of the kitchen
and you walked right out the door

now I'm sitting here
with a bottle in my hand
remembering the days on the beach
when we wrote our names in the sand

one more drink and you'll be gone
ill drift into a dream
tonight you'll be forgotten
but tomorrow again ill scream

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  • 17 years ago

    by danielle

    This is good

  • 17 years ago

    by sarenightmarexx

    This is great 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Eryn

    Wow...this is nice...i really dont come across good poetry often...good poetry to me has to have a nice flow to it and stay on point...wonderful, absolutely wonderful

  • 17 years ago

    by Mommy And Me

    Well. i simply love this poem. reminds me a bit of my poem 'one bottle' lol :) it was a nice write. i liked how you used your words in rhymes, it was a beautiful flow as well. i usually don't like rhyming poems but you just stole my heart :) keep up the good work my friend :)

    -Terra

  • 17 years ago

    by sheila

    I love this poem keep up the good work

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