Broken promises made of glass

by jen   Aug 19, 2006


The promises that u made
they brake among a million frames
they fall apart
and hit the floor
and then they shatter even more
glass falls down
your on the ground
your tears cant call him back no more
so he will run
and u will hide
in the palace of open eyes
there always watching
they can only see
but by the look to me
thats all they need
your eyes are closed
you duck again
and then his footsteps leave the den
the door slams shut
hes out again
and you wish you had a friend
your wrist are bleeding from the glass
your heart erupts and turns to ash
hell come back he always does
and then hell mend it with just a hug

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  • 18 years ago

    by Phantasmagoria

    'hes out again'
    for some reason
    I love that line.