Vibrations felt across an old oak table
A reaching hand limply grasps
Drained of the life it once had
Pictures are worth a thousand words
Or so they say
But pictures weave clever lies
Leading to this dismay
Love is like a flame or so they say
But it is a spark that first ignites the flames
Connections lost when the plug was pulled
Conversations put on hold
A little picture, stupid picture
Creating a deadly cocktail mixture
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Another Tragic Story
PoesíaA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
