Thursday, September 10, 2015

Poetry

The Broken Faucet

Once you were new, 
Shiny without a flaw,
You had no problems,
No complications, 
Til the long years took their draw,

I tried to make you warm, 
But you just turned far colder,

The forcefulness within you,
Is now a simple dribble.

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