She was only ever ‘that girl’, <br />The one who always awoke instantly from the sound of: <br />An angry door slamming, <br />A single tear hitting the cold floor, <br />And a razor blade being dismantled from its safe covering. <br />But when she was with him- <br />With his arms of steal padlocked around her, <br />Not even the sound of his heartbeat awoke her, <br />Instead it soothed and rocked her to sleep, <br />Their two fragmented hearts beating so close, <br />But they never got a chance to beat to <br />Beat as one.<br /><br />Emma Jane Pearson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-shot-at-romance/
