Thy Words Be Gone
Her tears wrote words of sorrow
Her fingers traced memories
Her bed spoke of hollow
Her lips dry; still begging, please.
Only yesterday her body warm
Hands reaching, clinging tight
Now the heart shattered and torn
As words were spewed with all their might.
Lying cross her bed, naked and ashamed
She wished to erase the scene
It doesn’t matter who’s to blame
She visioned him placing back the ring.
Written by my feelings,
Terry Shepherd
Who I am 
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