Shattered

Apr 03, 2009 19:41


A rhythm at her fingertips.
A tempo in her step.
A song at her tender lips.
A tornado in her head.
Her mind is going
She’s spinning fast.
Her eyes are glowing,
Reflected in that shattered glass.
Her knees go weak
Her eyes glisten.
She wants to speak
She wants you to listen
As she talks
In poetry, in prose.
As she walks
In verse, in flows.
But the glass has broken
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random, boredom makes me sad

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runawayxxlovee April 4 2009, 05:16:13 UTC
This is so pretty, maybe even beautiful, you have no idea.

I wish I were that creative. :/

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ximadinosaur April 4 2009, 05:17:49 UTC
HA HA HA. ha.

you are. beyond D:

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yesungx3 April 7 2009, 01:50:37 UTC
But the glass has broken
There’s no putting it back.

I love that line. For some reason it really sticks out to me *________*

Dwelling on the past
Like all this is a dream.
Nothing ever lasts
And nothing's what it seems.

The ending is perfect. This is really beautiful. I like it, I'm sure you'll do really well in the contest. Good luck <3

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ximadinosaur April 7 2009, 03:41:48 UTC
ahhhh thanks. alot.

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