Author: Silver Penny PM
And no one's there to pick up the pieces.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 120 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-30-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2703191
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Sometimes I feel I'm breaking,
Like a thin sheet of stepped-on ice.
I see the rifts left behind,
As the pieces of my life shatter.
I try to stay the flow of bitter water
Coursing down my cheeks;
But my heart
I fall down, and no one sees me;
I cry out, but no one hears me.
I'm a faceless ghost without a name.
I'm torn apart,
And no one wields the crazy glue.
I'm a jigsaw puzzle of fractured dreams,
Left with my once upon a times
And could've beens.
I lie like a hollow dandelion
Amongst a bed of chrysanthemums
And a pillow of alstroemeria.