Broken Heart Poem by Taylor S

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