Chapter 17
Drawing hope from heaven wells
Sketching tomorrow with charcoal
When did they start trimming stories
Extracting all the tiny pockets of my soul
Yesterday I took a breath
Forgot about you for a sec
Today I thought about you even less
Hasn’t been long but I’m still a wreck
I see you close your eyes
Turn off your mind
Cut all the ties
Even the ones that linked our lies
Didn’t let my halo slip
Despite all the words we said
That dream doesn’t exist
Locked back the angel with 17 clips
Copyright © Madeleine Loggia | Year Posted 2017
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