Glass Rose
By Ender
the air is stirred by your whisper throwing the leaves around i am caught in the midst i only wish for the sound of your voice to make things right again for the beauty is lost the pain is ugly burnt on the inside of my heart i am filled with that ugliness i laugh because nobody knows the enormity of my pitiful sorrows or the choices i so stupidly chose for broken so swiftly is my glass rose the air is still and piercingly cold i feel so empty inside still i am caught in the midst of what i thought had died as i look up the sky is bleak empty much like i bereft of clouds to keep it warm so empty i laugh because nobody knows the enormity of my pitiful sorrows or the choices i so stupidly chose for broken so swiftly is my glass rose but you stand different from any flower and your beauty grows more each passing hour i think it's ironic but that's how it goes only you can mend a broken glass rose and still i laugh cause nobody knows the enormity of my pitiful sorrows or the choices i so stupidly chose for broken so swiftly is my glass rose Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 02:58 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"the air is stirred..."