Broken
Falling to peices
I lie scattered across the floor
There's nothing left
I'm crushed and broken
Just clutter on a perfect day
A fall leaf crushed underfoot
Withered and wet
Fresh wings struggle to open
The parched pages stare
Every surface drenched in their tears
Blank books lie face down
Broken dreams
Bring more than a simple frown
Thoughts spat out
Leave the head a carcus of want
The fringes flutter in a distant wind
A snow of small white circles swirl in the emptiness
Consumed by a once roaring flame
Magnifed by the fright
Of one night long ago
A broken heart
Left untouched
Crunched and chewed
I've destroyed their lives
The potential wasted
A hasty time
Sour grapefruit
Left among the limes
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