Saturday, 28 March 2009

Broken Glass



You were my whole world
My one and only love
And I died when you did
Yet I’m still here
Walking down Memory
Lane
Treading on broken glass
Scared to pick it up
Scared to walk elsewhere

And now I stand
Reading the inscriptions
on your grave
For one final time
As I sweep away the
glass
With a knife
The knife already
bloodstained
The knife no one cleaned
The knife no one wanted
to clean
The knife which took you
life
And now takes mine
Breaking my already
broken heart
As I join you in death


I only asked for one
thing
One thing before you
went
Went and tore me apart
When your life went
wrong
When you couldn’t take
it
Wait For Me

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