Andrew Hoffman

Glass Heart

You pick me up and then you slaughter me down
I can't do nothing but to hear your wicked sound
Her soul inblooms like the flowers in the valley
Yet I encounter a familer feeling of thorns, so I add a tally
My fragile heart is scatterd once again
I'll rate your ways of torture a perfect ten
Your vicious presence here is no longer required
I've shut down young and my love has retired
I wanna attempt new ways but I fear to much
I've locked myself in and neglected myself from touch
The face I see in the mirror is greatly hurting
His eyes are shamefull and red tears are what i see
I wanna help him but he feels much too hopeless
He wants more then just a simple assist

Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2010

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  • Shelby Alwaysconfused (1/27/2010 10:10:00 AM)

    o wow. very well written.

    woah! ! ! ! !

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