from the arms of silence
i gave you my last shirt
and the rain covered
my tears
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walls
today, alone,
he painted
the walls
in regret and envy
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paperweights
holding
paperweights of emotion
a burnt out lover
asked about me
today
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fortune
while writing love letters to himself,
from the home of a desperate heart and
emotions found in fortune cookies ,
he watched the raindrops trail down
a broken window
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lamp
a crooked bedside lamp shade
shapes in light,
a life on the table
of broken clocks and mirrors.
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silly
a heart made
of painted paper and plastic rings
still believes in silly things…
like love
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tragic
there’s something tragic about
sitting outside his door
when it smells like rain
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knocking
searching inside webbed rafters of fear,
they heard someone knocking
on a heart
terrified of being happy.
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echos
hidden on the echos
repeating inside each soul,
are the finger prints
of our dreams.
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guilt
in a blur of madness,
guilt is thrown in heavy weight …
daggered words
shielded in black & blue truth,
now a bloody sword
set in stone.
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Unfinished Souls 