www.whyville.net Feb 13, 2011 Weekly Issue



Kittieme
Whyville Poet

Blow

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When I look into the broken glass
I can see the smashed and shattered past
All the things left unsaid
All the worries never known
Came crashing down to earth
In a wind that's always blown
When I look into the broken glass
I can see the deep and scarlet gash
All the things we have said
All the worries we have known
Won't be lifted up from Earth
In a wind that's always blown
When I look into the broken glass
My mind thinks of memories in a flash
Everything that's been said
Everything that's been known
Has drifted far away
In a wind that's always blown
When I pick up the broken glass
I forget my life - it's worthless trash
I'll be left unsaid
I'll never be known
So just let me float away
In this wind that's always blown

 

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