Like that broken piece of china,
I broke the promise.
Like a butterfly to its cocoon,
I'm headed home.
Like a journey of a thousand miles,
I'll start, one step at a time.
Like a sinner at the church altar,
I ask for another life.
Like an artist with some paper marche,
I shall recreate me.
And like a one- night stand,
I know this too will come to an end.
If it must be sudden,
I'll be here patiently waiting.
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PoetryAn anthology... A collection of random thoughts. Some people call them poems. Have fun! A 2015 project.
