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By Lilla Date: 2009 Apr 23 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.23.01.47.30207]] |
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like a string of pearls yellow and dented a memory wine glass with broken stem those water marks on my fave Chicago mug terra cotta chalks sprawling quietly in my garden old books with loose pages faded photographs struggling words in songs and poetry rustic vintage some dead my loved ones passing stories of fallen friends of crossroads and potholes of highways and speed bumps cold showers chilly winds pavement cracks this empty room and cold bed beneath dark skies and angry stormy night my ripped jeans your shirt I wet the missing us the almost us the wasted time and bygones chances misplaced love unrequited love untold shattered dreams worn and torn lost and the forgotten when trusting is a stranger love is a mind game of dusty conscience cobwebs in our minds of alcohol and insomnia “some broken pieces should stay broken” don’t you remember, how it used to be how good while it lasted and see now what is left of us and what we have become. |