A Piece of Porcelain

Once you crack it on the inside,

To pieces of porcelain,

Then throw them away to,

A hundred meaningless things.

And wonder in the moonlight,

Why things go a little too less bright,

And you walk blindfolded,

The sweetest way to survive.

Once it cracks and the sun dies,

And the truths try to cut into lies.

Aimless hands toss the fragments to ground,

Crawling away to be lost, not found.

And you wish you’d just smash and break it all down,

But love is just such a complex compound.

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  1. May 18th, 2011

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