Monday, December 13, 2004

glass

i am glass,
crashing and
meeting the ground.
i have slipped
from you grip

i am free
in a split second
my soul is finally alive.
i am no possession of yours

if you try to come and claim me
you will have to tread
on the shards of memory
and bleed in remembrance

there will be no glass
just little bits of crystal
that when you look closer,
you will see yourself

and the truth...what you have become

yowch



margret at Monday, December 13, 2004

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