Broken Arrow

A healer of wounds or point to maim,
cupids draw’s reluctant of aim.
Bow’s untied but the bind pains,
the arrow pulled but the blood remains.
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I close my eyes and the future’s blurred.
I call her name but none is heard.
I feel her touch when I’m alone.
A smile returned no longer shown.
~
My head still turns tho now a twist.
My heart still beats tho now half missed.
And this Valentines I wish not to start,
for a hole filled makes not a whole heart.

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Confliction – Morning Triku #144

Only Reflection

Depression is when
the fog passes and the dark
is only more clear
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What’s Right

When optimism writ
Pessimism can be erased
Realism then left
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Libra-tions

Balance achieved when
heavy hearts and weighty souls
meet a mind on point
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