Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Breaking of so Great a Thing Should Make a Greater Crack





She lied
Under him and into me
On top of others. 
She faked
Longer than a year
More often than once. 
She screamed
Louder than for pain
To conceal bad habits. 
She left
Quicker than a summer
Turned cold in boreas. 
She changed
Drastic like a drop of water 
On a TV screen. 
She cried 
Softer than the otherside 
Sadness of ghosts. 

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