Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
The following is a piece of writing submitted by joonmymoon on May 6, 2010
"ever felt there could be something good, but it's best not to pull through? well, this is very much what this is."
Paper, it tears. Like us, it tears.
I look at broken pieces, and pieces that don’t fit.I look at us and see how smiles are all we could ever accomplish.
When you go home, away and parted from me,
The gizmos in my head malfunction.
The squares, they turn.
The circles, they corner.
Thoughts of you, they trouble my head steadily; thoughts of us, really.
Paper, it tears.
Like us, it tears.
My heart, it’s yours, but I am not.
Your heart, I hold, but you, I do not.
This is all that life allows, and we’ve done it all.
We’re fools, like those in April.
This isn’t love, I don’t think, but it very well could have been.
The pieces, they don’t fit, and they won’t complete.
But at the end of the day, when we leave for home,
I hope there’s love.
Maybe not from us, but i hope there's love.
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