Do we pick up the Pieces? Or leave them Shattered on the Floor? Do we change together? Or tragically close the door? On what we had, and what we will miss. It feels like forever since our last kiss. We have been crazy and out of control. This is not the first love passion has stole. Do we pick up the pieces and make something new? Something better than what we knew. Retaining the Good and abandoning the Bad I will never forget that which we had.
(c)2007
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
published in 2007, Won an outstanding achievement in poetry award and an editors choice from poetry.com
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