Looking at this glass
this
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Looking for a
light that flows
from the
darkest reaches of your soul
your tiny heart
beating slowly
breaking in
to a soul that has no light
letting a new light in
but do we have light
or are we just a burnt out bulb,
or is the light just heat
from the fires
of
H
E
L
L
that we are so close to falling in to....
Or are we torturing ourselves for nothing
loving for nothing
hating for nothing
denying for nothing
destroying for nothing
in the
end we do it all
FOR NOTHING!
Nothing except this
s h a t t e r e d
glass
that we somehow piece back together
each time it gets thrown to the ground
and stomped on.
Although we lose
pi ces
of it
of the gl ss
We lose pieces of our soul
the darkness coming again
the final time we cannot put it back together
Like the shattered glass
That makes up our
heart
But love is a glue
making a sticky situation
out of a broken he\art
We piece together
the shat
tered glass
although it no longer is the same
it is still our heart
Smaller yet then the last time
the wall goes up again
to protect this glass
heart
because if it breaks again
there will be
only sand
left in a shell of a man
with a
s
h
a
t
t
e
r
e
d
heart.
