Broken Elevator #poetry #valentinesday


white bloody rose

haunted by a memory

of an elevator ride

my heart torn in pieces

carved with a sharp knife

if only I could grasp

some meaning in your eyes

I wouldn’t have to work

at reading between the lines

here I am in motion

imagining your kiss

the thorns from a rose

pierced me on the lift

the floor is done rising

eyes lower to the door

open hands left holding

what was broken long before

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9 thoughts on “Broken Elevator #poetry #valentinesday

  1. What a sad poem, but one so full of emotion. I love it. Love is like a elevator. There are up and down moments, and when the doors open, it’s always a new adventure. Also, love what you did with the rose 🙂 ❤

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