Saturday, December 4, 2010

Look at that picture
In the blue picture frame,
A picture of us but we'll never be the same.
On the corner of my counter ledge,
The wind blows hard,
It falls off the edge.
The glass cracks into 103 parts,
One for each time you took a piece of my heart.
Suddenly I feel a pain,
I knew the feeling,
It was the same,
As when we took that picture together,
We promised each other it was forever.
I looked at my hand,
To find a piece of glass in my finger,
Once I took it out,
The pain no longer lingered.
I looked at my heart,
And pulled you out like the glass in my finger,
Now that you're gone,
The pain no longer lingers.

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