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precarious Aug 2013
My heart
Was a humble home
Everything was familiar
Whenever I was down
I would retreat to my home
But then you came
And I refurnished everything
To suit to your needs
We lived happily
For 6 months
Adding new furniture
To our new home
Suddenly
You closed the door
And never returned
I sat at the front door
Waiting for the familiar door bell
But it never came
All that's left of you
Are your footsteps on my heart
precarious Aug 2013
A rose
Growing out of your heart
Red and lovely
Slowly entwined with my rose
White and pure
But then
Yous started turning
black
Dripping poison
Thorns appear
My heart started cracking
Turning grey from the inside
My rose no longer white
But blue black
Your rose stated to wilt
I tried anything I could
To push you away
But no matter what
There was still one little thorn
Left within
My slowly wilting heart

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