Broken pieces

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.





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Salad25 said...
Mar. 21, 2009 at 7:07 pm
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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