The pain of broken glass:
My world, held the pain of broken glass.How could I let time go so fast?Holding so hard to the past...Only gets you cut.. Like broken glassHow could I be no nieve, even as a child. Not yet ready to know the truth of the out doors.All locked and safe inside.Isolated from truth and timeAnd all your crimeI ignored all the signsI thought I saw the comings of the storm,Shapes and colors of all formsBut passed it as just something else..I wasn't ready, for the shattering of my world..For the pain of broken glass...Lives never last...I thought I knew all so true,Until I believed the lies of you.That's when the storm did hit..The storm came with hail and rain,Breaking all the window pains,Until the storm broke my door,Tore my homeWall by floor,Until there was noting left,Except for the pain of broken glass.The pain of a child's shattered past...The little girl tried to hold onto her home that was already gone,Not knowing lies were so wrong...She held on to the shattered glass,Holding tighter to her past,Not knowing it only brought her pain..The pain of broken glass.-I thought I could hold on the past,But I only held, the pain of broken glass
may 17 2015