elle vole avec ses propres ailes
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Broken
Just like the clock on the wall who's hands no longer move.
My spirit is broken.
Just like the branch that fell from the tree.
My mind is broken.
Just like the glass that shatters on the floor.
My heart is broken.
There is no fix. There is no remedy.
A broken soul wandering this life alone forever.
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