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Head over heels,

but that leads to a hard fall.

To save ourselves from the collapse

we choose not to build;

yet we grow closer—

building a frame  

that was never intended.

A solid foundation pours

without a permit;

while the world watches

the building will grow

high to the clouds;

indestructible—

built to survive:

a testament to everything we are.

Poem 6/27/17

Tears fall from an angel

as fate destroys all hope—

as words sharpened to kill

dismember white wings,

dissecting a once full heart;

dismantling beauty.

Together no more;

left alone to perish

on a motionless pond

consumed by a sea of gray.

Red waves paint jagged rocks

hiding the path of a murderer;

eternity externally extinguished.