Crushing Roses

Could I share my broken heart?

Allowing you to see it fall part.

Or would I hide the pieces there.

Ashamed of my broken despair.

Should I borrow a smile?

Walking steps of another’s mile.

Instead I choose to turn within.

Where the pain all began.

Gluing myself back together.

Hoping to create a person better.

Or at least to make the perfect lie.

To shield myself from the whys.

-OM

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@smokendust

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