God

by Lisa Carter   Nov 20, 2006


Every night
A tear falls
my heart hurts
Cracked porcelain dolls
thats all we are
fragile and tender
one small amount of pressure
so small and slender
Our names torn
between love and hate
Obliterated and broken
and forced by fate
smashed against the feel
no longer alive
pushed into pain
No reason to thrive
throw away
the hopes and cherished dreams
Crawl upon the tears
that god gleams

Lisa Carter

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