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Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.....

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

I will feel no guilt on shutting my door to those who didn't listen.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

Can’t call ‘em zombies anymore,” sighed Manny. He seemed almost wistful. “Now we gotta be all....

It’s awkward to wake up one day to see the trumpet working hard to lead in the shoes of the microphone.....