Time Is The Crime
Love Is Its Weapon
nursery rhymes and blurry lines
sad songs on repeat
red flags wave like warning signs
in the middle of the street
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distant smiles and hollow eyes
a new direction, gaze
the many lies that soon devise
a heart engulfed in flames
*
roses soused and stagnate
remnants of celebrations past
languish and deteriorate
like love, that couldn't last
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faded, brittle and broken
petals shatter as they fall
void now, as words were spoken
loves response to youths last call
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a beauty unlike another
a victim in the hands of time
biding calm, like it was a buffer
ravaging, without committing any crime
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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