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.
Monday, October 26, 2009
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