Thursday, September 4, 2014

I Love my Broken Heart

I can almost hear it shatter
Into pieces more articulate than dust
But my being refuses to listen.

The battle yearns to be won;
Notwithstanding the horror of pain
And refusing a sudden surrender.

As my defenses crumble
Demolished by your smile
The advance commenses
Anticipating the ambush
Of a lack of definition
Of the things you offer me.

As I continue in the belief
That my future reveilles
Will be your Good Morning's

With a feigned confidence
I summon the strength,
Amid my trembling heartbeat
And purposely believe
In the oblivion of us.



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