There once was a boy who saw a girl behind broken glass,

Or was it the other way around?

For most eyes wont gaze into a soul just pass

We let each other drown

How many hearts must bruise 

Before we know we're loved

No longer a muse

Always ment to be shoved

How many years must fall,

Before we know our worth?

How many will stand tall,

Despite the stained earth?

Does the poet even know 

That they too can be saved

It seems so long ago

That all eyes were not glazed (oh how they did blaze)

Even theives, I being one for pens

Have reasons that are clear

Even they crave that suffocating cleanse 

So they too shall be sheer.