Constructs
Everyone makes them
Tear ducts
Dried now and forever always
First
Thump before forsaken
Struggled hugs
Unknowing, awakened
It's what you want, or so you say
But what I want to know
Is how do you know
What you want, just how long is your list
If it's not broken
Then don't fix it
But; what if it is
Broken
Even now you smile
How deep must be your memory
Or in sleep
How easily you forgive
