Monday, October 26, 2009

Glass Heart

My heart,
Under the pressure of my depression,
its beginning to crack.
You broke it.
As quick as a child's ball
hits a priceless vase.
And it fell so hard
I thought the world would here it shatter
Did you hear it?
Did you feel the vibrations?
Your mother should have taught you to be more careful with glass.

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