Torn, by HangmanTheory Subscribe to rss feed for HangmanTheory

Like a simple photograph,
The perfect relationship,
Can be torn in seconds.
Thought treaties are made,
And images taped together,
It will never be as it was,
Flawless and sound.
Rips shall remain,
As will tape and staples.
Fixed with temporary alliances,
All of which fade and break over time.
Posted: 2006-01-04 02:03:57 UTC

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