The sand gives way
to her form as she sits
with wine bottle in hand
she tries to regain her grip
On life that she lost
her control was a lie
she ended up killing her heart
and their love did die
Nicole, tell the truth
to no one else but you
how much more can you hurt?
how much more to go through?
No more lying to yourself
You've fell from grace
do what you need, for only yourself
to put life back in its place.
She stands up slowly
and wipes the tears with a hand
and walking away with a smile
she leaves a wine bottle on the sand.
Thank you....it means the world to me
Early Writing
evolves into mature writing. Which your later work proves - and what is to come, to grow from these seeds will be miraculous I am sure - encore! - slc