Fragile vases

Even in the best hands, somethings can't put them back together again....

                                              "ah I have heard this song before"

Paper to pen

 as reality and fiction bends 

is it true?

 ah it depends 

do I love you?

 ah it depends 

friends are more than friends

 where does this ride end? 

ah it depends on me?

 ah no, it's up to you and a tilted fate 

it only matter of how much you can take, till you break

 ah they always break 

a different name, a different face, 

another dark place, another fragile vase 

that will eventually break

                                                              "switch reels"  

Pen to paper 

as fiction is a mountain of reality falling on me    

 ah rolling down this steep hill

I swallow bitter pills

 to a heart that won't still 

ah she will never come back to me

 eyes open to the nightmare she now sees

ah I dream, that she can somehow forgive me

 ah just a choking shadow of me on the floor 

 remembering a slamming door

ah I adore

 this pain I deserve to endure

 there is no cure for this pain

  a different face, a different name,

another dark place, another fragile vase

 they always break. 

                                              "the tape runs out...and now we fade to black....."

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Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous and powerful work.

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

ah it depends on me?
ah no, it's up to you and a tilted fate
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I like this. . no one can hide forever, much less hide the pieces of a. . figurative broken vase

[The Unknown Sith]

at 1:30 in the morning the world seems so peaceful...