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I press my fingers against the broken pieces of glass,
How it's so cold and sharp to the touch.
As I run my fingers along the sides and edges
I feel a p***k and drop it instantaneously.
Noticing that such a beautiful piece;
So interesting and perfected,
Can be so fragile and vulnerable.
As I observe the crushed pieces
My reflection shows and I realize what I see.
It's a mirror of my life, broken and shattered.
This piece of glass is a piece of my heart,
Broken and lost with all the others.
Attempting to put it back as a completed whole,
Would only reveal all the scars and empty spaces;
Those that are impossible to find
And put back into place, reintegrated.
Then I look at the flawless window,
It reveals to me what's truly there
What I thought was really there was only an illusion
As I look deep into the window I see
There is a hole in the middle of my chest
Where my heart once was.
- by Annaleah333 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/02/2010 |
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- Title: Broken Pieces
- Artist: Annaleah333
- Description: This is poem based on how it feels to be empty and broken
- Date: 04/02/2010
- Tags: broken pieces
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Aaron-Asterisk - 06/10/2010
- Your a f**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol xD
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- XxNinjaDinosawrxX - 04/02/2010
- Love it. i only noticed two spelling errors they should be: reintegrated, and vulnerable. But other then that it was Great! 5/5
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