you filter through the pane...
sheltering in deeper and deeper
all of it in vain
no glass thick enough to keep away the pain...
hand reaches out
fingers tracing yours...
For the tiniest second you have everything to gain...
searching deep within
you no longer know your name...
each tear rolling down
sweeps you to the ground...
breaking the glass
I’ll clean up the shard... time will stand still
until the parts of your divided heart heal...
No comments:
Post a Comment