my heart
musings and confusings
Thursday, April 6, 2017
the sun
the sun is gone
the rain returns
the water falls
we never learn
paths bent and
broken
lost and twisted
eyes look around
red, swollen
and misted.
tears find a harbor
in hearts that
break,
seeking refuge
in every
mistake.
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