Dec 03, 2004 00:16
These tears are peices of glass
shattering on the floor spray apart fast
my words are birds
they fly in the air
you shoot them down
you aim with care
now it's eleven
all the songs are gone
destroyed and dead
relationship bomb
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they fly in the air
you shoot them down
you aim with care
you are one of the most talented writer's i've ever come across. i love the way you phrase it and how each line has an impact of it's own.
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