by Dione Porche - New Orleans
When a storm comes this way
Struggle madly to get away
Come back to nothing
It is all lost
So here I sit
Sitting mindless, it went free
My body is doomed to stay with me
I cannot look back at what I have lost
Things can be replaced
But a broken heart
My heart has since been locked away
In pieces crumpled by the vandals
Whose friendships from the start
Were a gamble
No effort do I put forth
I can't just yet
I know the game
Valentines Day is not the same
Like every other holiday
Alone body, mind and soul
No where to go
No where to roam
Just looking around
This is not home
How do you recover when you know of a better life?
How do you live in dysfunction and strife?
I didnt choose to live this way
But suddenly it happened
When a storm came this way
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