It’s over now and my walls are empty.
Barren of our memories.
The pictures we took the fun we had.
Stripped from my walls and thrown in the bin.
That’s how my heart feels too.
Barren of your love.
Stripped of joy.
Now those empty spots are just a mirror.
Poetry
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Your style of personal, relatable poems are really interesting. The desolation in calling your heart as barren as a wall stripped of relevant pictures set beside the introspective final line is really something special.