Monday, October 24, 2011


but humans care for each other
you're talking to a broken mirror
but tears are meant to stop our bleeding
you weren't there when the glass was dropped
but isnt compassion a human faith
only while the frame will hold
but we all walk, with the same hopes
rattling a bag of jagged bones
but I bled, because I allowed your cut
and the path is red, the glass is red
but our souls are both, precious and tired
only when glass is left behind
but why is your hate, so close to my life
because, whats yours, should have been mine

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