Scissors
Scissors do not make people fit,
Together like they should,
These mutilated connections,
Break easily
A Downpour
Rain,
Falls,
From the sky,
To the ground,
Soaking,
The arid ground,
Its cleansing,
A burnt oak tree,
Washing,
Away,
The ash and the gray,
To much
Is choking,
The last colony.
A Feeling Remains
I’m glad we spent this time together,
And while the grand picture fell apart,
Some of the pieces stayed,
Within my heart,
This love I obtained,
Stays,
An essential piece.
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