My little Butterflies.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Priorities.



Bruised.
Torn.
Used.
Worn. 

Putting what she thought should be first,
but seeing other things slipping away.


This.
That.
If only.
You.

Odds seems against this.
The decisions, the ones she had to make.


Frus.
Vexed.
Crust.
Taxed. 

I wish you knew.
Of these heart's aches.



No one wants to be alone in this game.

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