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I never knew
That angels
Dressed in mundane clothing
Could enter my life
And offer up shards of light
To slowly piece together
My fractured heart

The petals are wilting
My whole world is tilting
The love I had for him is failing
A red heart now paling

  Sep 25 Kirsten Claire
there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us



rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.
it was the right option
My words are broken droplets
That never quite
Penetrate the surface
Matter without substance
Feeling without emotion
I may write my words
But you will never read them
I will speak aloud
But you will never listen

I am a hollowed out tree
Awaiting the small woodpeckers
That will fill my *****
As I bear the most beautiful children

I gave them fickle fables
Far from forging truths
Fair young women
With facades cast over
Their fear-filled eyes
As they realize
There is no fairy tail
For fabricated dreams
No Prince Charming
Will fall for them
It is the princess fallout
That happens to
All folly young women

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