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The Broken Glass
I seemed to have slipped from your loosening grasp
I shatter on the floor in a thousand pieces
Will I be reclaimed? Will I be stepped on?
Or shall I simply be thrown away?
Only time will tell, and time is cruel
If I am reclaimed, beware the cracks
For I will be that much more easily broken
If I’m to be stepped on, I will turn to dust
That you will forever breathe into your lungs
If, by chance, I am thrown away
Inevitably, shards will sink deep in your skin
Pieces so tiny, impossible to remove
Ever pricking away as I rot into nothing
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Really chilling....
I think you should lengthen it a bit though. It feels like there should be more....
More....
MORE!!!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!
...oh, sorry. It's really good! :) |
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Comment by: sadon - 2007-11-10 05:33
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"if i'm to be stepped on,i will turn to dust
that you will forever breathe into your lung"
thats my favourite line,i love this poem,it seriously gave me goosebumps! i can relate to it,keep writing!! |
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