when your heart shattered
it fell into my open palm
discarded
like the letter you wrote
over and over again
written past tense
with open notebooks and dried out pens
blinking cursor waiting
shards you left behind
embedded in my brain
when roses die
why do thorns remain?
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
when your heart shattered
it fell into my open palm
discarded
like the letter you wrote
over and over again
written past tense
with open notebooks and dried out pens
blinking cursor waiting
shards you left behind
embedded in my brain
when roses die
why do thorns remain?
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