Bitter Taste
The time I used to drink soup.
The taste was so bitter like it had gone off.
A shoe laced up that was never worn again.
Those words I heard that meant nothing.
My heart is torn apart.
Those little hands that were shaken.
They were dreams that were seen.
A plan to perfection.
They were some that didn’t see anything.
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