Broken pieces

March 2, 2009
By splatterpunk PLATINUM, Phoenix, Arizona
splatterpunk PLATINUM, Phoenix, Arizona
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Like a glass house
broken in a thousand pieces
I sit there
shatered across the floor
no blood no pain
just the memory of
the stone cast apone me
the wound so deep
with no end
a hole so big a tractor can drive though,
I feel left alown to fix it my self
but no I have a friend,
Just she is just as broken as me
spread across the floor
to no end and incomprehendable.


The author's comments:
This poem is for my girl friend. and again please do not mind the spelling errors. read and enjoy. Thankyou for taking the time to read what I have writen.

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Salad25 SILVER said...
on Mar. 21 2009 at 7:07 pm
Salad25 SILVER, Chittenango, New York
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Very in depth what you right, sentimental not pulling your leg i like it, keep writting and expanding man you will be a great writer if you do.


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