Torn Asunder Poem by mark anthony st. rose

In a room filled with purple flowers,
and petal laden floors.
with silk satin lonely hours,
and hearts with broken doors.

in a room where love once flourished,
and touches, kisses the norm.
Smiles and sweet memories cherished,
but blown away by uncaring storm

that swept harshly down on our passion,
raining an anger lightning heat,
tearing souls joint portion,
and together our heart no longer beat.

now alone, a room filled with purple flowers,
and petal laden floors.
with silk satin lonely hours,
and hearts with broken doors.