Friday, May 30, 2014

in half

in a world of bliss
i tempt your kiss
your heart
of desire
i feel your fire

i run from you
like an ant from
a shoe

i run, i run
to the road's end
the time it takes
can not mend

my bisected heart
once as complete
as a puzzle framed

now shattered
in scraps 
it never mattered

the tattered heart
so easily frayed
the shredded mind
quickly dismayed

it wasn't always

this way

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