He saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside
the splinters of a broken table.
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He saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside
the splinters of a broken table.
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he hoped the lonely tears that fell down his cheeks
were like the raindrops that fall down from the sky …
for only a little while.
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the pile of faded out t-shirts
that sit silent in the corner of an empty room
still have the scented memories
of his wasted kisses, lost loves,
and the absent knowing
of how to feel something for someone.
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the hidden winds blew
and what was once written,
is now erased.
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he hides himself away
in a corner where nobody can see
he never bleeds,
he never heals.
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held captive by terrorist lies,
they forced him
into taking faith in false thoughts
by drinking their poisoned words.
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driving into the unknown
on flat tires
that follow shadows and empty signs,
he left behind
another second chance.
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he made a cage
of wired lies and compliments
for his heart.
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from his self induced prison cell of
walking through life alone,
with only steel bars watching him…
he transformed into
an empty canvas.
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