And once again my hearts scattered in a million pieces
No Jar of Hearts, just silver splinters aimed straight
No drops of red , but silver tears
And a hole in a tired heart
a tightness in the throat
tears to near
knowing I fail once again
the trust of a little boy
to be continued ...
Pink Powder Room with roses and Master Bath at the holidays- another couple of videos and some photos too - This tin box is covered in old wallpaper and a postcard, then filled with shiny brites. I snipped a branch off of an evergreen and added some to two vases ...
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