it needs a name

[lace !]

soz, i wrote this poem for a friend
who got taken advantage of
i don't know if it makes sense or not
but it needs a name
so, help, plox. <3

she could hear their voicees

harsh but empty

like the sound of shattering glass

echoing off stone walls



there was blood on the floor

and surely yet to be more

for the essence of her love

was bound to his stake



the feelings were mutual

or so they said

but even then she knew

he only loved her in bed



her life was like a snowflake

always spinning around

waiting for something

perhaps to hit the ground

or maybe it was heartbrake

it had become a usual sound



melodies in shards

lay at her feet

spread out like a mural

for all to see



the sparkle of glass

and the gleam of a knife

shattered the mirror

just as before



now she sleeps

with shoes on her feet

waiting for the beat

of a lovers call



he dances in the rain

holding his own vain

twirling and swirling

like feet on a ballroom floor



he took her for granted

and now she's gone

a note in her absence

tattered and torn.