Days,
they blend together like watercolor on a palette
Sunsets, dissolve like tears into the sunrise
Get up, you tell yourself
the day, it dances round you
like a rose bush encircling
thorns poke at your wounds
stained reminders of everything that stings
My heart, it hurts,
and like land from drought filled days...
parched and dry, it thirsts
I may be broken and hurting,
but I know my worth
You can't hide the stake knife,
when your hands are covered
In red
Days,
they blend together like watercolor on a palette
Sunsets, dissolve like tears into the sunrise
Stars, so many, countless thoughts
not worth much more than a penny,
stars shine, dreams outlive our worries and fears
burning words into the another borrowed night
life's daybreak is overcome by the soft glow of a quickly approaching twilight
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