Cracks in the Mortar
when mortar crumbles and love dies
and all that's left are bleeding eyes
the soul is haunted and runs in fear
away from those who might come near
to gouge and pick the last piece of seal
that holds the sanity of one who heals
for nothing lasts for ever; it's true
because bricks are nothing without the glue.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-02-04 at 05:32
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