I wrote this awhile ago; it is dedicated to the victims of the Virginia Tech tragedy.
She sees all these pictures on the wall
She knows how easily they can fall
The glass will shatter as it hits the ground
silence to sound, silence to sound
She sees all these photos on her desk
Memories, silent, but picturesque
Their splintered frames will show what was at stake
all will break, all will break
Every story has a turning point,
Everyone has a breaking point,
Silence meant peace, and he never spoke;
silence broke, silence broke
She sees all the pages he never turned:
Romance, the fire that never burned;
Friends, entities he misunderstood:
A lost soul, epitome of what never could.
Hope, the glass that will shatter too soon.
Orange, maroon; orange, maroon.
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