Splintered shell
It’s easier to step downIsn’t itIt’s easier to turn aroundWon’t youYou will lose just like you always doBlame everything but your own sweet heartOf courseYou’re the faultless image of my artInevitablyYou’ll accuse me like you always doCower among the barren facesYou’re aloneNothing left but vacant spacesSo crowdedYou’ll use me just like you always doSplintered shell of who you wereThat’s allWorthless now and purpose blurredTogether We will lose just like we always doI'm really having difficulty finding a title for this poem. Any suggestions? Written August 23rd, 2001 © on Aug 23 2001 11:54 AM PST 0 • 10
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"It’s easier to step downIsn’t itIt’s easier to turn aroundWon’t youYou will lose just like you always doBlame everything but your own sweet heartOf courseYou’re the faultless image of my artInevitablyYou’ll accuse me like you always doCower among the barren facesYou’re aloneNothing left but vacant spacesSo crowdedYou’ll use me just like you always doSplintered shell of who you wereThat’s allWorthless now and purpose blurredTogether We will lose just like we always doI'm really having difficulty finding a title for this poem. Any suggestions?..."