A strip of light I don't want to see.
A smooth surface, broken underneath. Rolling tears and derisive laughter, Emptying words; "There's no Happily Ever After". Red and blue don't always make purple, "I love yous" can break hearts too. Empty lines, uniform and strange, Unspoken words, clamoring for a page. A misshapen pen, the blue of the sky, A shattered reminder that some birds never fly. Accusatory words, with an empty "sorry", A useless bandage plastered with "it's okay." Echoing melodies, flat and pale-- Still haunting my head-- They won't let me be, They can't let me breathe.
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