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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Boulevard of Broken Promises

A stream of tears,a shout for help
Alone,disheveled,unkempt.
My mind is but a memory box
Signed,sealed,locked.

Far away,from a distance
I heard a battle cry
From happiness to woe,from friend to foe
It's a fight I'll never win.

Arms on my chest, hands in my heart
I am but a misfortune
Sad,serene,sweet souvenirs
remind me of the heart I never got a hold of.

Sore feet, this was what I got
For walking in your boulevard of broken promises
My ribbon of hope that you cut
Was strewn about as I plunged in the darkness.

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