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The moon split in half, the stars began to crumble and fall like fireworks at my feet. The sun hid my face, I didn't want the world to see me cry. My tear drops burned holes into reality, and I lost all my desire to shine.
I remember when you told me you didn't love me anymore, it was nine twenty-four, you said you didn't like the way I swore, I was a bore and so much more. You told me I had started a war, but in reality you had started one in my core. So I decided to close the door and ignore, for all you wanted was an easy score.
I still remember the haze, and the tears that filled up my eyes, you empty heartily said you were sorry as you told me your last goodbye. You didn't mean to make me cry, you didn't mean to leave me asking myself, Why?
I still remember how we met, and how you weren't such a slime in those early times. You didn't want to commit the ultimate crime, to take the climb into my heart. I should have known from the start, that you only were going to rip me apart. I guess I wasn't smart, I take that on my part, but look at me now. . . I'm writing all this art.
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YOU ARE READING
Pale Soul Sea (#Wattys2018)
PoetryHe would chip away at my cold exterior dodging shards of ice until I was no longer hard, but even though he cracked through the surface. . . My heart would not melt.
