...sometimes broken things make the best building supplies.
and we'll keep on building.
hearts aren't made of glass,
they're made of muscle, and blood, and something else.
and they don't so much as break, as bend and tear.
we have what it takes to keep it together;
and move on.
--Defiance, Ohio
Thursday, May 7, 2009
A Poem for my Husband
I can imagine A life That is simple And without turmoil But those dreams no longer include- You .
Don't give into second chances They lead way to third and fourth disappointments Headaches and heartaches And lies, all your damned lies.
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