Under Museum Quality Glass, by Loneliness is condescending
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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
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Posted: 2005-08-22 22:04:40 UTC |
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2006-03-27 15:18:10 | lost 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* |