Broken Castles

Their bridge knelt broken to the ground

With these words that ceased to be spoken

Kept beneath lost and wishful thinking

Their hearts wrapped in lonesome misery

Memories searched for their seasons

Reasons rested upon these stepping stones

Promises bled from their severed cracks

Deception lulled their eyes to sleep

Sleep, as though it  were their remedy.

 

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