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cellobello Feb 2012
Those words,
sent by a tall forest of
briars,
from eyes dull and
empty,
carve out a caricature of my
heart.
How easy it is to laugh at the
pain,
now humorous and seemingly benign.
My sides split open and my
once pure red heart
crashes
broken to the ground, scattering
future promises and dreams.
Yes, how laughable my pain is.
cellobello Feb 2012
A single drop of water
Or a single falling tear
Is a looking glass
To our future, present, past.
That single tiny diamond.
I look and look
But there is only me in the other side.

— The End —