so fragile are we
deep down inside;
that weak little person
whom we choose to hide.
what once was a kiss
we now see a turn.
we still feel the warmth
of the hugs we now yearn
we give out our hearts,
glass painted crimson.
passed in pure daylight
shimmering in the sun.
we feel it gent'ly held
in hands now a home.
but the hands misunderstand it
to be a heart made of stone.
a date and some kisses
then bring out the bats.
a traditional wooden
to beat it til flat.
but it refuses to flatten
and becomes shards on the floor.
and out walks our once loved
slamming the door.
...ok, if you know me personally NO! this has nothing to do with previous relationships. i was just inspired cuz i thought of glass... I'M NOT SPECIAL!
 the_forgotten_thought · Thu Aug 07, 2008 @ 03:02am · 0 Comments |
