Pieces of glass, pieces of pie, pieces of music, and pieces of sky
Broken and torn, thrown into sea
Life is shattered, don’t you see?
Don’t try to fix it, mend it, or patch it
Broken it is, shattered it stays
One day you’re bound to step on its pieces,
Trip and fall, be cut and bleeding
There you'll stamp your mark of pain
You can’t escape it until the day...
K.E.H.
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4 comments:
That was depressing.
well, I liked it.
lol
It's so annoying...like all my friends can write poetry but me. :(
That was...good. In a depressing way. Now I am having an even more difficult and...rather sad day.
it sounds. painful.
but i like it.
and i really like you. :)
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