Monday, June 6, 2011

Poem #463

Smashed to pieces, irreplaceable memories and beauty,
Have been taken away from the world forever.
After being so close, connected to one’s soul,
The tiny, sharp shards will poke at the heart,
Tearing it into painful shreds of what used to be.
Every piece rips open the past,
Resurrecting old feelings pushed far from the mind.
Each broken second pulls you further in and,
Deep within yourself, you’ll find what was truly,

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