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Days of Love and Sunshine

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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Deep in the night,

as she lay where she had tumbled,

from the pedestal upon which,

he had placed her.

Remembering the days of love and sunshine,

now only storm clouds and rain,

wondering if there would ever be,

someone else like him,

to pick her up and make her smile.

Wondering why she would want another guy,

just to break her heart again,

sipping wine by moonlight -

fallen and broken the pedestal smashed.

Smiles far between,

memories so painful,

she wanted to scream

and so she lay there,

hoping perhaps to dream,

but she knew that all of her best dreams,

would be of him,

the one who smashed her heart -

to a trillion smithereens.

No glue could put it all together

and she wished that her soul,

could take a flight,

to where her loved ones were,

where they could help her,

overcome the pain -

instead the tears fell like heavy rain.

A broken doll,

no toymaker to repair,

no one to care,

remembering the days,

of love and sunshine.

Hoping someday they’d come again,

this time they would last,

till then she’d push,

those memories aside,

till one day she could say,

she’d create her own,

days of love and sunshine,

no guy need disturb -

this, her house of bliss.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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