Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Now it Becomes

When you come to realize
I'll still be sitting here
Holding my head full of glass
I hope you'll find me if you look
And with you sweep up my heart
Spread across the floor like broken glass
I'll try my best to be where you left me
I'll try not to pass the time
By splitting my veins with the broken glass
It's still hard
Waiting this long
Trying not to breathe in this air full of broken glass
These pools around me
Mirror back emptied eyes
Every tear that falls is like a shard of broken glass

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