Those Stones
It's set in stone now
Speaking of stones
How do you like that new crack
That is in your window now
It's the least I could do
As broken as my heart is right now
It will eventually heal
And that is difference between
my heart and your window
Because I know you
Won't fix that window
So every time you walk outside
You will be reminded of me
poem by Beth Ann
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