The stars kiss
my eyes echoing dreams
long said and promised.

Nothing comes out of
hoping the best,
and each day seem
so long.

As stories that
fabricate like thin
satin I stand amongst
broken hearts that
stab my sole.

Each cut in each
dream ends an inch
and severs the line.

Only what comes after
do I not see like
a thick veil,
and I am whole again.

I awaken and the
pain is still there.

04/26/2009

Posted on 04/27/2009
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