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Jul 2012
Is this our love?
Shattered in the floor, splattered on the walls?
Running dripping it floods my mind.
Our Dreams.Our Words.Our Actions.
My hands are stained with blood,
My mind, with you.
One word did this to us?
Echoes in my head,
Proving false all those perfect moments.
Our Dreams.Our Words.Our Actions.
Did you forget?
The way I made you feel,
The way we moved?
Nothing but ghosts now.
Haunting.Teasing.Laughing.
They mock my misery,
If they only wore my chains...
My heart beats painfully,
Reminding me of life.
Do you feel it too?
My changed dreams.Your nothing words.Out immature actions.
Heather Anne Cramer
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