Nothing More Than


I was shady like a bad love affair. 
I was like a rose leftover from a broken vase. 
I was a girl living a broken dream. 
Still I became nothing more than a crumb. 
I became nothing more than a shadowy form. 
Nothing more than an annoyance for your convenience. 
I became nothing more than a broken heart beat, skipping to a different drum. 
I became nothing more than your broken flower. 
Nothing more than a broken dream that’s all I am.

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