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Broken Window, Fixed
The glass still splintered
The blood dried up
On the other side
Is what I've given up
I've lost focus of what it is
That I don't care anymore to go for
I look down to my "gentle" hands
Wondering what the hell did I bust through for
The bloods long gone
My palms left with scars
There's no want to get through
I already know who you are
I now know what I see
Was never there from the start
Why'd I try so hard to get at it
When it would just end up breaking a heart
The pain starts to flow
But it's only that way in my mind
The crap that I've dealt with
Answers I still wish I could find
And now I can see
What I'm after
Even though my view is distorted
It never has been so clear
And I know
I could be here for a while
But I'm not waiting around
For this window to break again
It's fixed
And It gives me one less thing to worry about
Hi dear!! I found you through one of Molly's poems and you seemed as though you needed a hug......so here goes it..
*HUG!!!!!*
Ok........well, you have some truely beautiful poems, and I really hope that it helps you to write. At least to me it always has. If you ever want to talk or anything you can completely get my number or s/n or something from Zachary, ok. Well don't give up on yourself and have fun....toodles.
Shawna