Poem

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-Poem done for a creative writing workshop.
-Comments on likes and dislikes welcome.

Every Day

She smiles like the morning light,
And tells him everything’s okay.
It’s just the beginning of the day,
Things always go this way.
She’ll have a different story tonight.

Before they tread hand-in-hand;
Now, white and strewn over my bedroom floor
Are the things she can’t forgive him for.
He’ll never be the perfect man.

Listening is a selfless art,
dying dreams and a
broken heart.

She can’t remember where she’s been,
But I can, I can.

I just wish I could say more than this.