My heart aches
My eyes quake
My soul breaks
Does all shake?
What will stand?
Surely not my plan
No matter how grand
They seem to land
Without any grace
Like wedding lace
thrown in my face
leaving no trace
I'm left all alone
A dog with no bone
A call with no phone
My bird has flown
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You should consider poetry as a career...not sure if it will pay the bills, but you have talent for sure ;)
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