The Spinster Sat Alone
By Brandon Palzkill
The jilted spinster sat alone,
scattering breadcrumbs, feeding birds.
Remembering his empty words;
the only love she’d ever known.
The morning came and he had flown,
her virgin heart was ripped in thirds,
the jilted spinster sat alone,
scattering breadcrumbs, feeding birds.
her broken heart became deterred,
from feeling, just to be injured,
her dreams of love, forever blown,
the jilted spinster sat alone.
It was an interesting choice to have her heart "ripped in thirds". How come in thirds?
ReplyDeleteIt's more specific than "pieces" and more random than "half", plus it fit the rhyming scheme.
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