Brittle Stars
When I think about it
Overlooking the regrets
Weighing the past options
The things that we forget
Could it have been different
Skipping past the hurt
Touching on the loving
Everything else inert
Focusing on the passion
A band aid on the mars
Doing all required
Catching the brittle stars
Disappearing magic
Evaporating dreams
Vanishing of feelings
Going to extremes
Pushing for more options
To keep us on the track
Alternatives way too limited
There is no going back
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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