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Breaking (Snows Still Stuck On The Tree Line / Part Six - end)
Worn jeans
Colored eyes
Sold poetry and scratched music
Confusion scored across your brow
Love tracked down your cheeks
Lust in swollen lips
Monotony in days
Repetition in frosted flakes, driving lanes, and false flirtation
Stilettos on hard wood with high waist jeans and subtle vibrato
Lack of commitment in soft curled hair
Loved lies in soft tattoo’s
A search for personality you don’t understand
Five years
Running from commitment
Escaping the love you left for fear, the ring that will never be on your finger
Acting, a pretender that plays her game with laughter
Amazement
Lean muscle
Green eyes
Tussled brown hair
An ironic remembrance
Delicate move in the game
In gentle fingers and fake apologizes
Conniving dreams and love hanging it on laundry lines
Watching the breeze sway against it
Him
A name you left
Though never forgotten
Wrapped in your slanted poetry
Love letters in your purse
Missing coffee kisses
Calloused touch promises
And delicate reality
Two from one
Coughed words, bruised fingers, and deep green eyes
Love
Tossed around to ricocheted off low lighted ceilings
You’ll run
You’ll leave, it’s practiced
Commitment with jail brake
Not something you keep
Senses with heart beats
Bruised fingers and promises
Kisses swallowed down your heart
Repeat
Run then repeat
Faltering
Coffee kisses on your tongue
Scripted sighs on your back
Quiet, swish
You’re gone
Out the door without a second glace
At hope, responsibility, love, or fervor
Tears on the wheel
Tires scratching the concrete
You’re already gone
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