Broken Clay

June 25, 2012
By ItsReallyMimi BRONZE, Santa Barbara, California
ItsReallyMimi BRONZE, Santa Barbara, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Love is only as real as you make it"

I have no destination; I have no where to Hide, No area to run, None to follow,
Not even a thing to ride, No Place for me?
This girl made of clay, Not even a door, Nor a window
Can be so pleased to guide my way
Forgotten, Forgiven
Are they the same? No matter the distance they will dig my grave,
Open a door Oh, please will you sir
No, not even a man, Nor a girl, Nor a dog
Can even look my way, No place for me, This girl made of clay,
Broken and Cracked, But I still crawl away,
Father across my feet drag on as the sticks and rocks seep into my guilt
Guilt, What for?
No home, No food, No hope, I drop to my knees, No longer can I cope.
Abandoned children, For what did they do?
Lied to, Stolen from who,
But don’t forget the crumbs on their hands and their stench of yearning
Why are they forgotten?

Smooth and swift, As the water rides by
The smiles and grins will disappear into the morning dew
No need for rescue, No need for safety
There is nothing left to do

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