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Stain Glass Heart.

I wish I had a heart of gold,
Weaved with the finest thread of veins.
Instead my heart was blown to glass,
Stained black with pain.

Some people say
There's a silver lining to every cloud you see,
But those who go out searching
always end up like me.

With a broken heart,
a heart of glass.
Shattering to pieces.

A stab in the heart,
a slit of my throat,
and the blood would run red.

Leaving my shallow stain glass heart,
out of it's broken thread.



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amazingangel said...
Apr. 8, 2009 at 6:12 pm:
awwwwww! you make me wanna cry! but i love it, the way you express your emotions
 
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:PBUBBLES:P said...
Apr. 7, 2009 at 12:22 am:
Really like it! Very nice, emotional piece!!
 
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