Gathering up my thoughts like the Pieces of a broken vase smashed by a careless hand,
passed times all over the floor the future not mapped out as before,
a vase no-longer holds flowers for me a life time on the floor for all to see
trying to step trough the broken shards and not cause more damage and Paine even if I could glue it back
Together it would never be the same, the cracks would show and the pattern not Mach so the broke vase will remans skated for all to see .
Was it her or was it me, was it never ment to be
it's all smashed up for all to see Broken shards scattered pieces tell me it wasn't me
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 4:37 PM UTC
I will stand and watch the river flow it knows witch way to go
Out to sea I wish it was that easey for me l don't know witch way to
go to run life fast or take it slow and sisten to the river flow how
the hell should I know witch way I should go run with the tide or
stand aside and let go all I have tryd to do I don't know so for now I
will watch the rive flow till I know witch way to go where to start
whare to stop when to run when to hide so I will just go with the tide
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC