Broken Dreams

He waits for you along the deep ravine,
Smothered in dirt and leaves,
His huge hand fits along the contour of your figure,
The shadows all move along the waters,
He’s a ghost of your coldest winter.

Heather Hall, Author

~ Heather Hall, Author

Comments

  1. Lil' Miss Gossip says:

    This sounds like it was a relationship gone bad. Bitter memories as cold as the winter, almost sneaking up on you, when you least expect them to. This sounds like an ex-boyfriend for sure.

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