Thursday, May 7, 2015

Poetry

A Broken Forever

Sit by me and smile for a bit,
While this childish dream dances round in my head
I know it won't last, that you'll soon be in my past,
But for you, I shall paint my lips red.
Grab my hand and promise me everything
Give me a thin band of silver as proof
But even angels tell lies, as another soul dies,
I cannot deny myself the truth.
We now speak of the future,
And yearn to be together.
But as you talk of the wedding, hell is where this relationship's heading,
And soon, there will only be a broken forever.

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