BROKEN
Can we not fix what we broke,Can love not survive in a heart,
When one is with out one,
Can we not find the strength,
To fill the holes we make of life,
Must we regret what we choose,
For later it comes back to haunt us,
Ghost of life's we lived,
Thoughts we thought were right,
Tears we filled the empty places,
Only to find the abyss bottomless,
We turn to run with no place to go,
We can not rule destiny,
For destiny rules us, It's a matter of fate,
It's a matter of fact.....
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c)
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