Entering realms of love, looking about, seeing broken
promises lying in puddles of crystal tears, hearts
chipped and torn to bits, ragged and forlorn, filled
with the torment of lost love from yesterday.
Pieces of lover's minds thrown upon piles of feelings
from past times of happiness, no longer being held
onto today.
Thoughts and ideas of what love should have been,
never reaching fruition, discarded for lives of
continued loneliness, no longer looking for that
special someone to spend the rest of life with.
(8: 25 p.m. - 3/6/14)
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