The Ripped Page

~The ripped page~

Before the ink had dried,
A page ripped and snatched from your hand.
Used and tossed in the air.
Drifted back with your tears.
Discarded and worthless writings.
Creased and crumpled you held onto,
The plethora of memories;
Carefully stowed away in those old pages.

A deserted heart cries alone.
Numb,bitter and cynical.
Over and over again you stared at the ripped page.
The scars foolishly reasons;you await.

If only waiting could ease the pain.
Removed the tear stains.
The ripped page in my hand.

*(Also published on Wattpad)

1 thought on “The Ripped Page”

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