dark fragments of the past...
were always the pretty fragrances that would last.
in the mist of the night..
no-one was happy;
there was only a fight.
watching the little girl crying on her pillow.
waiting for a sign that the moon would shine.
to make her feel special through the secrets of the grapevine.
watching the bliss.
there was never a kiss that would turn into an everlasting wish.
doubting the sky...
wishing that happiness was always a lie.
falling upon the shattered glass.
wishing that noting would ever last.
always wishing that the pain would always heal..
but every human should always feel.
even if they can't deal.
wish that heartbreaks were fixable.
but none of these offerings were wishable
 
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