By terry
Date: 17 October 2000
Spilt Emotions
Broken promises
In a suitcase filled with memories
Sitting at the door to tomorrow
And right before me the tears lead to forever
But I cannot drink the bitter cup handed to me today
Heart split open
In a wound made with precision
Spilling poetry and passion
In a jumbled messy array
But I haven’t the strength to pick up the letters, I think I’ll let them lay.
Just let them lay.
Let them lay.
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