By Damien Knight
I cry tears of bitter blood
My love discarded, mud
A new year, new shattered dreams
My heart ripped at the seams
Drop down this crystal face
I’m glass, a shattered flower vase
Never allowed beauty robbed my petals
Trap my heart in walls of metal
You stole my shine for your benefit
I hope hurting me was worth it
You ain’t got me to fear
Because now I won’t be here
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Hope you had a good start to the New year!
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Yes much better than past years! Happy New Year.
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Happy New Year!
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