The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
True Love
Broken glass
Comes to mind
When your eyes
Meet me in mine
Your hurtful words
Sharp and deadly
Your woeful lie
Clear as glass
I'm picking up pieces
Better left behind
I'm waiting for you
True love is blind
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