She sleeps inside her wooden bed <br />The outside just as cold as she <br />No movement, no sound of breath will leave <br />Body stiff and rigid <br />Just like the rock beneath <br />This dull case <br />Once a beautiful face <br />Rests in dismal slumber <br />No glowing gaze <br />Or thoughtful phrase <br />Will ever leave these rosen lips <br />Her hands are clasped around <br />The wilted flower in her grasp <br />Cold above and yet all around <br />The darkness that encases <br />Skin once flawless is now tarnished <br />From her broken heart<br /><br />Taylor Scherer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-heart-196/
