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A window that held every dream Hope, want and need I reached for I wanted and came back with a ****** hand Broken glass scattered upon the floor and on the ground Was it greed or was it reaching for something you needed, believed, hoped and dreamed and freed them from the captivity encased and, hidden behind a pane of glass Blood streaming down my hand This wasn’t what I was reaching for to come back hurt and in pain with glass scattered on the floor mixed with blood, and tears It is said” we hurt the ones we truly love and have the most respect for” “We flirt and give attention to the ones hardly known” “And give pleasure to the fleeting soul, the runners of the night” In turn it is truly only ourselves who really gets hurt The choices that was made no one else to blame Staring out the broken pane of glass that once was a window This wasn’t what I was reaching for to come back hurt and in pain with glass scattered on the floor mixed with blood, and tears Please forgive me the ones I love, And the ones hardly known it takes time The fleeting soul, the runner of the night you’re not needed the thief of all things right and true Broken glass scattered upon the floor and on the ground Was it greed or was it reaching for something you needed, believed, hoped and dreamed and freed them from the captivity encased and, hidden behind a pane of glass Staring out the broken pane of glass that once was a window Alan Spivey 8/24/2012
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
Staring out the broken pane of glass that once was a window
A window that held every dream Hope, want and need I reached for I wanted and came back with a ****** hand Broken glass scattered upon the floor and on the ground Was it greed or was it reaching for something you needed, believed, hoped and dreamed and freed them from the captivity encased and, hidden behind a pane of glass Blood streaming down my hand This wasn’t what I was reaching for to come back hurt and in pain with glass scattered on the floor mixed with blood, and tears It is said” we hurt the ones we truly love and have the most respect for” “We flirt and give attention to the ones hardly known” “And give pleasure to the fleeting soul, the runners of the night” In turn it is truly only ourselves who really gets hurt The choices that was made no one else to blame Staring out the broken pane of glass that once was a window This wasn’t what I was reaching for to come back hurt and in pain with glass scattered on the floor mixed with blood, and tears Please forgive me the ones I love, And the ones hardly known it takes time The fleeting soul, the runner of the night you’re not needed the thief of all things right and true Broken glass scattered upon the floor and on the ground Was it greed or was it reaching for something you needed, believed, hoped and dreamed and freed them from the captivity encased and, hidden behind a pane of glass Staring out the broken pane of glass that once was a window Alan Spivey 8/24/2012
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
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