Uneasy lies the head
that wears the crown
and the broken heart that trusts again

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

The last leaves of an Indian summer
crunch beneath my walking feet
Come monsoon, there will be flowers again

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

Trust is like
the Catch-22 of love
Aborted without, Murdered with 

 

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

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