Bits and Pieces
Little bits and pieces of what was once complete and whole
Broken shards of a crystal vase, each one sliced into my soul
A single red rose he offered, to ease my sorrow and my fears
petals withered and fell, along with my woeful desolate tears
Broken vase, wounded soul, withered rose; love took its toll
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{February 23, 2016 ~ Fragments Contest by Broken Wings}
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