Oh how easily the mirror crumbles
when palpitations turn to tribulation.
Oh how easily blue eyes stare accusing
when dolor strikes this silly heart.
Oh how easily becomes wallowing in dark
when ripped hopes get frozen and crushed.
Oh how easily salty rivers flow
when dejection stomps on the thrumming.
Oh how easily the broken glass reflects
when darkness cannot hide what cannot be.
Oh how easily black ink turns sad
when heartache is it's easiest release.
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