Under Museum Quality Glass, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Elements of a broken heart 
Scattered around the room in simple photographs
Playing lost and fading memories 
Watching wilted flowers fall to pieces 
Life flickers out in the softly raging winds 
Striping answers from our secret notes 
Locked deep beneath the floor boards of our hearts 
The safety catch is rusted shut 
Years passed without a touch 
Through your eyes the truth comes splitting out 
Water brutally clearing way for malice
With the skin so smeared smoothly barren 
A gift passed between the two 
Page less book to guide me through the photographs of you 
In the silence my cry is lost 
Mid this crowded room its over looked 
And the wind will whisper by 
Why must this picture hold no truth
Posted: 2005-08-22 22:04:40 UTC

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2006-03-27 15:18:10lost the lonely dead
I envision you standing out in the rain on the line: water brutally clearing way for malice, its a good piece and a sad one *thumbs up*