A scratch in the glass.
Reflects of our past.
So simple, so small.
Will grow to watch us fall.
The scratch grows into a crack.
Our future fades to black.
Smiles in the picture indicate we were happy once.
Sadly, it was just a front.
Fixated, on the broken, I lose focus.
Fixated, I love what broke us.
Frustrated, your not here.
I can't find why this crack is so clear.
Hold me when I'm there.
I whisper, I love you and still care.
After the shadows pass.
The crack shatters glass.
Something that was whole is no longer there.
Started from a scratch and can't be repaired.
I held it in my hand,the entire time.
Held it in my hand, the entire time.
Held it because it was mine.
Now it's broken, I broke us.
Now it's broken, I lost focus.
An emptiness dwells where you once called home.
An emptiness reminds me that I'm all alone.
A scratch in the glass.
Reflects of our past.
Fixated, on the broken, I lost focus.
Fixated, I love what broke us.
Nice poem
A scratch in the glass.
Reflects of our past.
nice poem,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yes your past like like scratch in glass, Every think in past never looks dreams, our past is our identity or i don't what.
but yes niceeeeeee