We are trapped in beauty,
keeping in custody every tear dripped upon the pages
of every broken heartbeat.
It is ours, sacred like a Holy Bible.
Where love is, broken or not, God is always there.
We poets might be no more than damaged goods, ya know,
marked half-price off.
Hopefully, someone likes Garage Sailing (yes, it's spelled right).
Please tell me what you think
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I can, naturally, relate.
I most enjoy the first three lines, I think they are beautiful and accurate. I also love how you wrap up, it's matter-of-fact, and makes me smile
(I came across your contest and decided to check you out. I'm from Minnesota too
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♥
Michele
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LOL this is too much, you are amazing and wrote this so quickly! I should sleep well with the laghter in my head, thank you for the laughter
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