All shattered with nowhere to go
Dreams scattered for you were the last to know
That all the pieces stop fitting quite right
When the pain increases, more details coming to light
And you're really broken, even I can't reach your soul
He left you really broken, face down in your hole
And now it's just you and God because human hands can't console
The grief that grinds the diamond heart
into a mound of powdered coal
All shattered with no daylight to guide
Too battered to dress your wounds in
pride
And in your poetry where dreams and death collide
You resurrect every nightmare that ever tried
To steal your pieces one by one from the inside
And any memory of joy has long committed suicide
Storing away fairy tales of glue that no splintered soul could hide
All shattered with nothing dry to wipe away tears, already cried
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SIDE PIECE
RandomAn offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside...
