Fragile vasesA Poem by The Unknown Sith Even in the best hands, somethings can't put them back together again.... "ah I have heard this song before" Paper to pen as reality and fiction bends is it true? ah it depends do I love you? ah it depends friends are more than friends where does this ride end? ah it depends on me? ah no, it's up to you and a tilted fate it only matter of how much you can take, till you break ah they always break a different name, a different face, another dark place, another fragile vase that will eventually break "switch reels" Pen to paper as fiction is a mountain of reality falling on me ah rolling down this steep hill I swallow bitter pills to a heart that won't still ah she will never come back to me eyes open to the nightmare she now sees ah I dream, that she can somehow forgive me ah just a choking shadow of me on the floor remembering a slamming door ah I adore this pain I deserve to endure there is no cure for this pain a different face, a different name, another dark place, another fragile vase they always break. "the tape runs out...and now we fade to black....." ----------------------- © 2024 The Unknown SithReviews
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The Unknown SithTNAboutMy writing are like scabs, I can't stop picking at them, The deeper I read, the more they bleed, I am forever a starving artist. more..Writing
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