Broken Glass

April 1, 2010
By batman008 BRONZE, Paris, Tennessee
batman008 BRONZE, Paris, Tennessee
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The rain taps against my window,
Leaving marks like
Broken glass
And I think of
You.
I’m sure
That if you were here,
The rain would cease,
The clouds would open,
And rays of
Sun
Hope
Love
Would shine from above.
But you’re not here,
So the rain
Continues to tap against my window,
Leaving marks like
Broken glass.



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