New
Reams of broken heartstrings lie beside a
winding road
Like dried tears slightly above
our quivering lips
The lips attempt, without favour
to tug and line them up
A din of imagined rhymes
slips unseen above
A coasting charm
rides a sweetly formed incline
alongside
To mend an untold
desire to say something new
To charm and rhyme our way to
reformed words…
But words are dead,
caked in the drying tears
The tears return,
and say nothing new
…they just implore
a sinking heart
to rise unshackled by the dimming sun
They pass reviews
of us
and our chilling past…
and still lie dry beside our lives,
For strokes and spells
to again, brand us new
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