^^will you leave me here i ask,
by Lexi Smith
disappear without a trace,
the tears i swore would never fall,
are pouring down my face.
in your haste to leave this place,
you left something behind,
you are yet to realise,
that her memory haunts your mind.
forever and for always,
her broken heart will stay,
the tatters thrown across the sky,
characters in a play.
the sun goes down,
the curtain falls,
i see how small we are,
significant as dolls^^
^^i think that the stanzas work better on their own but i'd be interested to know if you think the contrasts, in this case, attract^^