Broken

by Megan Sue   Feb 23, 2007


I felt it slipping there
I pleaded with you - beware.

Green eyes when I cry,
Look at me try and try.

Talk to me, I'm feeling weak,
Give the strength for my heart to speak

I don't want to lose my grip,
Help me make the pieces fit.

Silence seeps into our home,
Ignore - retreat to your zone.

It's on the edge of my fingertips,
Now what ... quick. before it slips!

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