emma anderson


The lights have gone out,
all the doors are closed,
the petals have all fallen from the once radiant rose,
the early morning sun rises
but its bitter and cold
the birds in the trees are struggling with songs they cant hold,
the breeze is no longer sharp,
its grown weak and old,
my heart is aching for you to hold,
left broken and empty from the truth your eyes just told.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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Comments about Truth by emma anderson

  • Tanya Stanford (8/31/2008 7:36:00 AM)

    Very sad, dramatic piece. Truth can really hurt but for me, I would rather know then not know. Good use of words.

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