mark this day.
paint it in roses.
place a flower in her downturned hair,
Perhaps a mariposa.
Perhaps another rose.
But yesterday
worn into my heart
was the burning ache,
the scar of someone else
and it stayed
Will you remember when you forgot
that day you left your shoes on the front porch
and you swore it was me
it was me all along
so I brought another pair
but by the time I got to you
the bruises were gone
my hair stayed
untied
the mariposas
died
and the roses
bright as they were yesterday
years one day
the day you told me
and I felt your pain
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This part gave me shivers: "Will you remember when you forgot
that day you left your shoes on the front porch
and you swore it was me
it was me all along
so I brought another pair
but by the time I got to you
the bruises were gone"
That is POWERFUL! I LOVE it!
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