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Heartbreak hotel

Does it come with a warning?
Or does it sound as brittle as the shattering of glass?
Does it taste like despair on your tongue- ashen, dry and unpleasant?
Or does it leave an aftertaste, bitter and nauseous?
It's one thing to call yourself a beacon of strength
and another to shed silent tears when no one's looking
A failed attempt, and some more, and hope is washed away like by the tides of time.
Corroding the light and heaping in darkness.
A car Crash, a death, a black dress and mourning.

is there going to be some light at the end of this tunnel?
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Mohit Sureka said…
good post, nice use of words.

PS: i dont remember knowing you lavieenrose but somehow i have been following your blog. no wonder,good writing.
February 16, 2012 at 4:02 PM
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