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you laughed at me
the first time you saw
the bucket on a string
hanging from my neck
you asked me its function
I said it was for
when you break my heart
you said
I don't understand
simple I said
it's to catch the falling pieces
Dance like a bee.
Read in the library.
Drink tea.
Sleep under a tree.
Be a fairy.
Watch the sea.
Marry Mary.
And do whatever makes you merry.

*But please don't tell Cherry.
 Jun 2016 Mrs Mortician
Eloi
I'll hold my head up high,
And pretend not to cry,
But when I go inside,
My feelings are deprived.

How do you hide a suicidal tendency?
It's just the effect of the end of you and me.
Time takes forever to go by,
I sit here and I wonder why.
I've read your final words
over and over again
since the day you left me

I have memorized
many simple phrases
and entire pages too

You will always be
my very first love story
A beloved rose garden union
and our hearts
the water of life

I sit here now
in this silent room
filled with melancholy
unwillingly remembering
our supposed destiny

I was your sun
and you my rainstorm
circling in the glorious
heavens above

You left me here alone
like an old forgotten book
on a dusty shelf
in an empty world

I can no longer find
the need to breathe
embracing for my
last earthly breath
as I suffocate
in the truth of it all
Transparent or stained,
The choice is yours to make.
Either pristine or grand,
It always seemed adamant;
Yet one slip away it shatters.
Your perfect piece, ruined.
Your image, destroyed.
Sudden scattering;

Piece

By

Piece.

Hold

Carelessly,

Wou­nd

Your
self

Pro
fuse
ly.

Put

It

To
ge
t­her

Again,

Watch yourself fail miserably.

Look

At

Your

Effort

Crumble.

Sulk
­
At

Your

Own

Foo
lish
ness.

N
o
t

­A
l
l

T
h
i
n
g
s

B
r­
o
k
e
n

C
a
n

B
e

P
­u
t

T
o
g
e
t
h
e
r

A­
g
a
i
n
**.
Glue ain't helping you honey
poetry lets go
what
the body
can no
longer hold.
Hi. :)
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