Talk is cheap
And so is trust
Wakeful whispers
On the dust
Painful distance
Shadows creep
Beneath the cracks
Within the sheets
The shields are broken
Shattered glass
Broken hopes
Made to last
Scar the memories
We have inside
Break the pain
Break the ties
Berate the hearts
In which you hide
Burn those pages
Until they are ash
Broken needles
From the past
Waste away
This deadly poison
These vials of torment
We have so freely chosen
We look in the mirror
Feeling fine
Forever broken
Deep inside
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i love the imagery in this poem, it shows your feelings realy well, keep writeing your realy good !!
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eww forgot to applaud
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That's some heavy flow right there. It is really depressing though D: I really liked how it ended. You're really talented and sometimes I wish I could be half the writer you are. I envy you... D:
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