LIKE A BROKEN GLASS
-- NYLAZZIR--
11-17-2010
Our friendship as anybody else’s
Was as smooth as a crystal glass
That when I look through it
I see the unmarred image of myself
It fits perfectly in my hands
Holding it seems a natural thing
Drawn by the beauty it showed
I forgot to con the quality it was made of
So when it dropped, once, twice and a few more drop
I tried to put the shattered pieces into one
Created an illusion of a perfect new glass
Unmindful of the sharp fragments, painful in my hands
An earnest attempt to fix it was futile
‘Coz I no longer see the beauty it once had
But the trace of stick on that holds it’s pieces
And the ugly scar it’s fragment left
Now I have simple choices to make
Keep it and prepare to be hurt on the next drop
Or toss it and forever miss it’s memento
Whatever is my resolve, hope it’s for the best.
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