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Emily packed her broken
dreams into a suitcase she
hid In the back of the closet
as if they were treasured
memorabilia from a show
She knew they would be
safe there from intruders
and any pest who would
want to rekindle memories
of her lost life of the past
Her unfulfilled dreams will
be stored forever and a day
so she’d never be nostalgic
so she could forget them and
perhaps never dream again
I dedicate this to all the mothers out there who packed their dreams away.
Photo taken from Google Images
This simple verse is for an unnamed blogger friend dealing with lost love.
Bridge of Broken Dreams
Going to the Bridge of Broken Dreams
to dump your caresses in the river
cause it’s so painful to remember
how easily you forgot me
On a mountain I’ll dig the deepest grave
for the crate of empty vows you made
perhaps for you they meant nothing
so buried treasures they’ll be
On the highest cliff I will be standing
When my heart and I finally agree
To toss your photos in the ocean
’til currents drown your memory
The Lonely Author 