
She sits on a dusty street corner
and holds a bouquet of broken promises.
Hands shaking with regret and anger.
Memories of pledges whispered in ears.
How he broke already mending hearts
without so much as simple remorse.
Tantalizing ambition of his cause
to make the dreamers lose their dreams.
He loves them he loves them not,
let the rose petals pirouette downward.
Hold on to the flowers of forgotten passion,
memories bitter with sharp thorns.


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