By the edge of your
unremarkable life,
You watch the amber
glow of setting passions
The glow of
wretchedness erupts
From the depths of
your empty soul
And then consumes the
little dream,
that you held on to
many nights
the little dream that
embraced you
when the world became
distant, uncaring
break me, break my
heart
break me into a
million shards of myself,
I will pick myself up piece by piece, a
million times
and, should you not
find it enough, break me again,
I guarantee you I’ll
never tire picking myself up
Again and again
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