Wishful Thinking
28 January, 2004
Author: Everett
Broken hearts and shattered glass.
Broken glass and a shattered heart.
This time i'll let it pass.
This is the day the sky above falls apart.
Life gets better though, right?
Blood spills from my chest to the wall.
How can someone with no heart have the strength to pull out mine?
You wont get away with it, im not ging to let myself fall.
I can live without a tainted heart just fine...
Because life gets better, right?
How can i not cut myself when broken glass fills the room?
Everytime i walk i reveal and make a new scar.
These horrible images are getting old, let me find a broom.
Sweep away the glass, sweep it so very far.
I know life gets so much better.
Even when death stares me in the eye.
I know wishful thinking will save me, right?
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Brenda (24.242.14.135) -- Thursday, January 29 2004, 02:02 am Mann this poem is sad! and very depressing! but i have to admit that i love this poem, as long as the person stays positive! love you forever @--,-- |
| everett (209.240.207.249) -- Thursday, January 29 2004, 06:53 am thanks brenda, yeah it sounds pretty sad but hey, it seems to be my specialty :) |
| LinzAy (65.40.22.104) -- Saturday, January 31 2004, 07:23 am This is awesome Ev!! I love it! |
| everett (209.240.207.249) -- Saturday, January 31 2004, 09:08 pm aww thanks! im glad you liked it. we should catch up sometime |
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