I left a promise in the rivers to drown
along with us from the mountain top
down
then i clipped the wings of the red bird
we blew
now but nature sings that of a broken tune
i fired missles to the altar where we said "i do"
released the butterfly born of loves cocoon
then i sat with bitterness long after you
and dined with hinderance of almost through
i mightily wrestled with precious and gloom
attempting to outweigh pros your crafty con drew
but the balance is made and if the universe is true
for this we cant hate for the lessons it grew
Chelsea Rene Alford
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