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Black Car
Please do not judge us
Crying is for everyone.
Tears fall like raindrops
Hearts break like thin glass.
Big kids cry when their hearts snap
In two. It’s normal.
Sometimes things don’t work
Like we want them to but then
They’re not supposed to
Rules are meant to be broken
Fate is not meant to be sealed
Many glass hearts must be fixed
Before it’s too late.
She was a girl who
Never imagined she could
Be anything but
One of the girls who
Gradually fades into
The background story.
He was a boy who
Never thought he could live up
To the world his dad
Left behind for him
To turn into his very
Own sanctuary.
There was a dog too
And he was the most involved
In their friendship.
She kept coins in the
Pocket of her ripped blue jeans
And always lost them
He kept dreams in his
Black car that he loved dearly
And never used them
The dog knew the boy
Dreamt of owning ripped blue jeans
And losing loose change.
He knew the girl bought
Her dreams with the loose change and
Wished for a black car
In which to store them.
The dog only wanted
A treat in the afternoon
And an owner like the boy
Who cared for all things
With such a passion
Like his black car and
Probably a dog.
The dog did not have
A home he wandered around
Like a bird with no
Nest
Like a fish with no
Ocean
Like a writer with
No pen
Like a human with
No
Insecurities
To hold them down and
Tell them what not to become
The dog would wander
Cold brown paws on cold pavement
Twinkling brown eyes
Under twinkling
Silvery white stars
Somewhere he would smell
Cooking hot dogs mingled with
The scent of a healed glass heart
And he’d follow it
To a girl sitting in a
Black car full of wishing
Eating a hot dog
And laughing with a kind boy
Who laughs along
With her even though
He knows they are not in love
And will never be
Finally, they think,
A love story with no love
Just two happy friends
Mending their glass hearts
Together.
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