March 23, 2010
By Ella Arbuckle Page SILVER, Bethesda, Maryland
Ella Arbuckle Page SILVER, Bethesda, Maryland
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You left me sitting on the dock
Adrift amidst a hurricane of floating clocks
All stopped on the hour
When you turned our relationship sour
Broken, shattered bleeding glass
Is all that remains of our shadowy past
Hands shaking, slightly twitching
Bloodshot eyes insisting on itching
Of all people I was the one who was there
Through tempestuous torment I still held you dear
But as soon as the storms turned inward
You disappeared, leaving me injured
Sitting with drops falling on my quartz face
I retreat away to a different time and place
Where the clocks are still ticking and we are having a ball
And you are next to me, there after all.

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on Apr. 22 2010 at 1:11 pm
Metallicajunkie DIAMOND, Hartfield, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Replace old memories with new ones.

Very deep. I can strongly relate to it, right from the start of the first line. Friends and loved ones, to me they're all the same. I know it's painful to lose someone that was so close to you, it felt like they were inside of you.

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