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the big (broken) picture
i notice, we are
two lost souls
tangled in our own
alone
grayscale world
we rip out pages
wish to cry at songs
but our tears fall for the wrong things
it hurts
i didn’t mean it
no
never meant anything
i do not believe you did, either
for sooner or later, it’ll all unfold
not like a flower poses petals
for an enticing sun
more like cliffside’s dangerous edge
erosion, followed by
landslide
i ask myself what will become of us
in our destruction
amongst the rubble?
will we dust ourselves off this time?
i don’t want to be another broken picture
can we hold it together long enough
to rebuild what took a second
to wreck?
it shouldn’t take a lifetime,
…
right?
two lost souls
tangled in our own
alone
grayscale world
we rip out pages
wish to cry at songs
but our tears fall for the wrong things
it hurts
i didn’t mean it
no
never meant anything
i do not believe you did, either
for sooner or later, it’ll all unfold
not like a flower poses petals
for an enticing sun
more like cliffside’s dangerous edge
erosion, followed by
landslide
i ask myself what will become of us
in our destruction
amongst the rubble?
will we dust ourselves off this time?
i don’t want to be another broken picture
can we hold it together long enough
to rebuild what took a second
to wreck?
it shouldn’t take a lifetime,
…
right?
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