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I take a step back
and the picture is clear
for the first time
in over a year.

Your intentions,
though well meant,
have crushed my heart
and left my soul bent.

I see what you hide
is bursting from your skin
and your true colors
show in the lies you spin.

The fire between us,
burns hot, can you tell?
No longer from passion,
but from the bowels of hell.

© Autumn Siders 2015
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#tbt

For the first time in years,
the kids were coming home
and this lonely mother
would not be alone.
She baked and she cooked
and she slaved away
while her wayward sons
fought and bickered all day.

Those two sons
never wanted to return
except to hurt one another
and watch the other burn.
Little did they know
this would be their last
chance to find peace
and put the past in the past.

For the first time in years,
the kids were coming home
and this lonely mother
wanted to be alone.
She baked and she cooked
and she slaved away
and with a drop of poison,
she kept her sons with foul play.

© Autumn Siders 2014
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#tbt

Walking was enough to cure
the heartache you caused
and this pain I endure.

Until walking was not enough
to clear my mind and heart
from your balked bluff.

Now I walk all on my own
with not even a shadow
of what was once known.

If I had walked away sooner
maybe there would be
some semblance left
of me.

© Autumn Siders 2014
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