Yesterday
was a dream
Yesterday
drifted by
...
Does he ever write you poems
Love, devotion, hope
Will he hold you in arms
Kiss you, just to let you know
...
I hate the way you lie
that fake smile on your face
I hate the fact
that at any second
...
Small shards on the floor
Reflecting peices of me
Symbolism so apparent
So easy to see
...