Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Pool of Tears

Each day,
new way
to break my battered heart.
"Tough as nails,"
never fails
to find a chink in my armor. 
Small stings,
little things,
piling up around me.
Across the floor,
against the door.
I fear I may be drowning.

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    1. SAM. I hope you plan on bringing me some, now that you've made me want candy. :I

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