My heart,
Is so broken,
It's impossible to hold;
And every shattered piece
Falls in love with gravity,
And dances along the floor-
And I,
Am too weak,
And too tired-
To scramble for it.
And no one is around,
To hold my knees up
When I fall-
Even though I've been the backbone,
For everyone.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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