welcome to this heart of mine
it's not my own....


once belonging
to another in another time
loved me, then left me longing
to find another home

these closets now filled with clutter
memories stacked from floor to ceiling
souvenier's from a lost love
 all broken and shattered
gathered along my search for meaning

so welcome to this house of mine
the place once called loves home
by demons dressed as dashing men
that would pine
and destroy me
, if need be ,
just to make me their own

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.
f
r
a
g
m
e
n
t
s
.
.


shattered pieces
of
~Apryl~

lay, strewn across the ground
mournful cries whisper in the wind
echoing their painfull sound
of a tired soul
that gave up
and gave in


these are the traces of a yersterday
 when love once lived
.
.
crying.........outloud

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