Author: c00ki3 PM
A poem for the fractured soul.Rated: Fiction K - English - Friendship/Poetry - Words: 71 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-04-11 - id: 2888586
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You are a cold November morning,
all empty breath and lukewarm promises.
Your stained-glass smile reminds me of empty churches.
While delineating your fractures, I feel like crying for you.
Is it selfish I only associate you with sad things:
the lone crow guarding the telephone line,
or the carcass of a cicada still in its shell?
You ought to unfurl yourself a little,
and laugh a little more honestly.