Open Poetry #28 |
Walking On Broken glass |
Poe_Pot_Pie Member
since 2003-06-01
Posts 107Canada |
My life was perfect, Like a window pane. It let it sunshine, And kept out rain. Things changed, And it all fell apart. It's hard to go on, With a wounded heart. I found my window, Broken, Shattered. Everything was gone, Everything that mattered. So, here I am, Walking on broken glass. My feet are cut. Why can't it grass? It's not easy, Leaving my life behind. I wish I could fast-foward, Or even rewind. I never thought, My world could crash. Now, I believe it, As I walk on trash. I can't believe anything, With less class, Than being forced to walk, On your own broken glass. |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
well done |
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