Sunday, February 28, 2010

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.

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