

katrina broken.Who's to say she's not to blame? With relief she feels no shame.katrina broken.
Cleaning up her childish mess,
while watching faithfulness digress.
We know that love was not the crime,
for hatred of unmatched design.
But being such a broken youth,
she slayed to hide the painful truth.
If the ocean floor could speak, no doubt it would scream.
Forgiveness from forgotten
souls gave lesser esteem.
The painful bliss of penance
cradled into her hand;
Blemished by footprints;
signatures in the sand.
Twirl int


"Long time no see."He broke the silence that"Long time no see."
swallowed our moment.
The little boy inside of you,
that laughs at my expense.
Sitting in our lifeless room, your smile at his defense.
We dodged a glance or two; welcome words were left unspoken.
Scribbling over our abysmal flaws,
with crayons used & broken.
While stealing all my favorite blues, your eyes reflect nostalgic hues.
And yet the moment stands so still, our past keeps dropping subtle clues
to why it ends with me and you.
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