Broken vases, broken vows
Dying hope, sleepless hours
Surreal delusions, countless flaws
Unscathed egos, torned up clause
A clear blue sky, soon a sunset hue
We tried a bit more before we cried adieu
A dreamy mirage, collapse from above
We hang the ropes for things we called love
A lethal dose of poison, a drift in the horizon
Demanded escape in commitments we thought was prison
Little white lies, harsh truths we barely believe
What resides in the mind are the ones we can't concieve.
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Actions were taken, efforts were made, but that doesn't mean everything would all work out. It's concise. Thank you.