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My heart is in a dusty pile on the ground.
He offers to help me sweep it into the corner.
But what happens once it gets there?
It decays, slowly.
Do you want this? Do I?
Nobody deserves the crumbling pain
Of a broken heart.
He will not assist.
Only tear it further.
I will cry, for sure.
But I figure...
This is only one life.
How many more chances will I get?
One cannot attempt to
Live a million lives in one.
It's impossible.
- by WassermeIon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/08/2010 |
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- Title: Short Poem that Means Nothing
- Artist: WassermeIon
- Description: xD So it's 7:40 in the morning and this poem just popped into my head. Also, check on my dA; http://lenaxlunatic.deviantart.com/
- Date: 11/08/2010
- Tags: short poem means nothin
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