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Picking up the pieces
This path that I've chosen,
has left me bitter and frozen.
Sifting through the do's and don't's,
analysing all the will's and won't's.
Should I's or should I not's,
come into play in thoughts.
Heading shaking in disbelief,
in need of some relief.
All the pieces fall to the ground,
smashing and crashing without sound.
Broken memories scatter and entwine,
on the empty bottle of blood red wine.
Forget the past,
times running fast.
Mend our hearts cleanse our souls,
try not to fall in them holes.
Picking up the pieces.
*S*
