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The pieces of glass That have fallen on the floor Were from the shattered glass pane That was your trust I was tapping, tapping, tapping on the glass Testing you Seeing how much pressure you could take But then, I tapped much too hard And just like a window The glass pane exploded Sending shards of false trust everywhere Cutting you and me The pieces of glass Lying on the floor Are much to small to pick up and put back together So you say, "What's the point?" And I reply, "There is no point. But as we rebuild our friendship The glass seems to pick itself up, reassembling into a thinner pane this time While I cannot resist tapping the glass, inserting my lies, This time I will not break it.
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
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The pieces of glass That have fallen on the floor Were from the shattered glass pane That was your trust I was tapping, tapping, tapping on the glass Testing you Seeing how much pressure you could take But then, I tapped much too hard And just like a window The glass pane exploded Sending shards of false trust everywhere Cutting you and me The pieces of glass Lying on the floor Are much to small to pick up and put back together So you say, "What's the point?" And I reply, "There is no point. But as we rebuild our friendship The glass seems to pick itself up, reassembling into a thinner pane this time While I cannot resist tapping the glass, inserting my lies, This time I will not break it.
This poem describes a time in my life when I used to lie to people for my own satisfaction. I no longer do this.
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JackieStressesAboutLife
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JackieStressesAboutLife
14/MTF/Racine, WI
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
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