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Mirror and a Hammer
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When Anger Occurs I have a heart,
A glass heart,
Not normal glass,
Its a mirror.
It sees everything,
Yet is blinded on what lies within.
Time after time,
Guy after guy,
Heartbreak after heartache,
But this glass heart still only mirrors,
The outer seams of its encounters.
Everytime someones trueself is exposed,
They hit me,
My glass heart,
With a hammer.
Some hit hard,
Some barely tap,
But I must say,
My heart is made out of some pretty strong glass.
I wonder how many times I can break,
Until I shatter?
I'm ready to shatter.
I'm tired of this.
Really.
Crack,
Crack,
Break,,
Break,
Shatter?
Still no.
Put me out of my misery, please.
I agree with Poppy. Nice work
I agree with Poppy. Nice work here, and the imagery is crystal and piercing.
Hope you're not hurting too much... I would give advice, but my own advice has never helped me so...
"Satellite's gone
up to the skies.
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind.
I watched it for a little while:
I love to watch things on TV." - Lou Reed
Thank you. (: Just wondering,
Thank you. (: Just wondering, if I were to write a story would any of you guys be interested to read it? I didn't know if I should or not.