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Broken
Today my fragile heart speaks of shattered dreams.
Like visible fissures and cracks on a wall.
Oh so familiar twinge of pain evident from the tears upon my face from it all.
In a broken mind state.
I'm separated from the reality of this place. Instead I occupy the space next to where love was held.
And you wonder why being around me is like walking on eggshells.
Like visible fissures and cracks on a wall.
Oh so familiar twinge of pain evident from the tears upon my face from it all.
In a broken mind state.
I'm separated from the reality of this place. Instead I occupy the space next to where love was held.
And you wonder why being around me is like walking on eggshells.
Published 22nd Aug 2012
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22nd Aug 2012 5:38pm
30th Aug 2012 10:48am
30th Aug 2012 2:18pm
Mr.RB your pieces are unmistakeably male written, they read powerfully, unscripted, in a no nonsense tell-it-like-is kind of way that is not unappealing.
As far as the context sometimes when we are injured in the heart we become very defensive, we are nursing a wound that seems not want to heal and so, we'd prefer not to be bothered or not to feel anything for a while. very deep
Red
As far as the context sometimes when we are injured in the heart we become very defensive, we are nursing a wound that seems not want to heal and so, we'd prefer not to be bothered or not to feel anything for a while. very deep
Red
30th Aug 2012 7:14pm
