Broken
ONE NIGHT IS LIKE THE NEXT
EVEN THE ONES WITH CHAMPAGNE.
BLOWING HOT BREATH THROUGH MY COLLAPSED
HANDS I SETTLED FOR A CRACKED OPEN WINDOW
IN A BURNT OUT HOUSE WITH A WOMAN
WHO'S ONLY TAG WAS THAT SHE WAS DIVORCED 5 TIMES.
I HELD HER IN MY ARMS AND NEW THAT PARADISE IS NEVER PUT IN A BOX
MARKED FRAGILE.
EVEN WHEN SHE SAID I love you it seemed typically forced
but my loneliness was signed anonymous.
Frank penicaro(c)copyright 2010
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