I don't know what to do
Without my best friend.
Never could we have foreseen this.
I couldn't fix it even
If I wanted to.
If ideas were stars,
The night sky has become barren
As a desert.
They have stopped helping me.
I have lost my best friend.
I cannot fix this...
I have no glue to fix
This broken vase.
Maybe there is hope,
But maybe this is the inevitable.
I don't know whether I should
Say sorry.
Or if I should
Wait for something more.
Should I wait for a sign?
Or is action the proper course?
Could there be a harder choice
In this world?
Seems so.
But I wouldn't handle them
Half as bad as this.
Perhaps I have just
Missed the mark.
Did I cross the line?
I have yet to be told.
Anger has never been
My strong suit.
I bottle myself together.
But some are unfortunate enough
To uncork the glass.
Fragile but efficient,
I've been fractured but I still work.
I am faulty and prone to crack,
But maybe I should come up
With my own ideas instead
Of letting the stars decide my fate.
Misery loves my company but
At least my best friend would
Make it subside.
If only for a little while.
Now I cannot escape from it.
The misery.
The guilt.
The anger.
The stars have worked until now.
Perhaps I should use my fiery blood
Instead of the glittery specs of dust
Sitting and watching from the sky.
But perhaps I've missed the mark.
And nothing will work.
Perhaps I'm too late.
Perhaps I'm foolish.
And perhaps I've missed the mark.
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Bitter words and Angry Hearts
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