it all FELL a p ar t .
Now that I think about it,
it, started from the start
you know the part when you first meet.
Shirt neet-ly tucked away are the things
first impressions forget to mention.
Sentence structures are
structured so strategically that in a week you see things just a bit
differently.
Smiles hidden in cocoons birth
flying wide grins and chuckles into snorts.
Sometimes you just can't stop the river,
so as the butterflies in your smile take their first flutters into flight withgraffitied wings that reflect the journey in its formation,
shedding with it is all the burdens in your frowns it has left behind.
And
where could she fly? with wings tattered by past lovers lost, her
destination has always seemed crooked. But HE LEVELED HER,
peeped her
cold, amber rose eyes.
But he loved the amber in her iris and became the
"roses" in her hospital room .
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