Dropping a glass, its nothing much to you, only pick up the pieces and no one will ever know the damage had been done
Dropping an event, its nothing much to you, only make a few phone calls and no one will ever know your presence had never been
Dropping a call, its nothing much to you, only check a friends mood and no one will ever know you told them something
Dropping a friendship, its nothing much to you, only say a few false words and pick up another tomorrow, whilst leaving the other to pick up the glass pieces, dropping the planned happy event, desperatly waiting for that call knowing that this friendship will never be fixed, so you are left, to pick up the broken pieces
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 3:34 AM UTC
Dropping a glass, its nothing much to you, only pick up the pieces and no one will ever know the damage had been done
Dropping an event, its nothing much to you, only make a few phone calls and no one will ever know your presence had never been
Dropping a call, its nothing much to you, only check a friends mood and no one will ever know you told them something
Dropping a friendship, its nothing much to you, only say a few false words and pick up another tomorrow, whilst leaving the other to pick up the glass pieces, dropping the planned happy event, desperatly waiting for that call knowing that this friendship will never be fixed, so you are left, to pick up the broken pieces
(C) Kelly Selvester
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