Here I will write of broken dreams...
As memories they come to me,
In times when my mind is fed boring.
Of lost promises and hearts on strings...
Like puppets play, thoughts gathering.
Wash away the painful doubt
That life can't seem to go without.
Ride the tide and feel the pain,
Sunshine will come after rain.
(written: 29 June 2010)
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