Bring home broken heart
Fry up in pan
Fill up empty heart
With another man!
I didn’t notice the reflection in the mirror, staring at me as I walked away.
The chains holding me aloft
are the same chains preventing me
from reaching the sky
the love
i gave her
crumbled
into
ash
the second
she tried to
hold it
Laughter on the phone rings
Though my ears and soul
Today it's you and me
A title is worth a thousand words
* * * * * * * *
Short story.
Short people.
Short term.
Shortstop.
Short form.
Shortening bread.
Short cut.
Short-handed.
" A promise once broken, is a promise that you'll never keep promises," she said.
Cvilizations were built after great wars, because there is always a disorder before an ORDER.
I almost made it. I was almost happy. I almost survived. But almost isn't enough.
