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Broken

January 24, 2015
By Anonymous

rose colored glasses perched upon our noses

covering our hopeful wondering eyes

for us, everything has possibility every day is a new beginning

we sail down the gold-paved streets like butterflies

 

falling

 

falling

 

falling

 

the blood of your dashed hopes seeps into the freezing ground

you look up at me and scream

we sit in silence for days waiting listening for something- ANYTHING- that will make it right again

but it never comes

and I place flowers on your grave



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