A commercail inspired me
So quickly yet slow
As if a bullet or the glass sinking deeper and deeper
I will bare to see another day
For it may be the last time
I dont know whats living whats not
I just know that I am here
No matter how much of me has gone
I am picking the peices
Of someones heart
Putting it together one by one
Maybe then I may be whole
But still the part is missing
I tried paperclips, tape, glue, band-aids, sitches
Nothing works it just tares
It will never come back
So I lay on the ground
And wait for it all to be...
Over
Poetry by Bella Marion
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Written on 2010-01-15 at 02:06
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The part that dies
A part of you diesSo quickly yet slow
As if a bullet or the glass sinking deeper and deeper
I will bare to see another day
For it may be the last time
I dont know whats living whats not
I just know that I am here
No matter how much of me has gone
I am picking the peices
Of someones heart
Putting it together one by one
Maybe then I may be whole
But still the part is missing
I tried paperclips, tape, glue, band-aids, sitches
Nothing works it just tares
It will never come back
So I lay on the ground
And wait for it all to be...
Over
Poetry by Bella Marion
Read 241 times
Written on 2010-01-15 at 02:06
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