She slowly sits, in other
Not to break, not her body
But her soul.
She's been broken two many times.
Broken to beautiful pieces,
That when you put together,
It feels like the master piece of a talented artist.
These broken pieces shine so bright,
That the world actually forget it's broken.
This time, as she sits she doesn't cry.
She's lost all the ability to cry.
To cry for a man,
Or to cry for a father long lost,
Or the ability to cry for a beautiful dream.
A beautiful dream that remained just that, a Dream.
So today, she lays down looking.
As she tries not to think about all she's lost.
All she's given that returned unappreciated.
She's tries not to think of all the Sweet memories she's got.
Today, she lays on her bed and paints a picture of the beautiful things to come.
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