Strawberry secrets
Create difficult choices
Born out of loving pain
And damned innocence.
Lying in the gutter
Staring at the stars
May seem romantic
When you forget the filth and vile nature
Piled upon you down there.
He may smile as pulls down each star for her,
But you and I merely stare at pieces of shattered chambers
That cut to the quick of our blinding sights.
A quick caress carefully kills his customs
But the twin guardians of guilt and longing
Must battle to the death for supremacy.
So I lie here among the discarded dreams
And vanquished monsters pierced with vorpal blades
Wondering when the broken tin will be mended....
When I will be whole again.
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