Shards
Shattered
Pieces broken of what used to be
And it used to be so beautiful
But that dies away
The thought dies too
And what used to be isn't what used to be
But what it is now
Those shards never put back together
What happened to that window?
The glass that let people see in?
Well it's all long and gone now
Because of the axe you took to it
You shattered it completely
And now the shards
Those memories
Are just pain
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Footprints
ПоэзияMy third collection of poetry about everything that life may throw at us. Love, sadness, death...