by Sophi De Rossett

Created on: March 26, 2009

Beautiful, precious wonder

be strong and grow-

this was possibly a thorn in your side

that felt like a rose in your hands.

The difference in lovers are the make and break:

It was made, it was working, and it broke in a slip.

There's no such thing as fault in this wreck:

"an accident" as they say.

There's always tomorrow- don't worry your pretty head.

"Go from this and grow from this" is what I've always said.

Your broken wings won't be too hard to mend;

it'll take more time than it will thread, but again-

"an accident" as they say.

You're an original design; a vintage porcelain.

A little shatter never looked so promising,

a little pain has broken everyone.

Don't defer your dreams and hopes so completely;

let the pieces fall where they may

then snatch them up and run away.

Because you've got no time or reason for this nuisance to die you down-

"an accident" as they say.

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