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Shards of broken glass on the window sill, Another argument, Another round of pain, It brings them such torment, Drives them both insane. Broken glass on the kitchen floor, Smashed to bits like her dreams, Tears on her face, Love ripped at the seams, Her home now a cursed place. Broken glass on the path outside, People are standing and looking, Sadness for her fills their eyes, She smiles at them, Removes the shards, And waltzes back inside. Broken glass No more broken glass. She lay there in a hospital bed, Her skull almost smashed to pieces, He lay a kiss upon her cheek, Offer's himself to Jesus, Know's he did wrong. So broken glass on the window sill, A deadly weapon designed to **** It did its job and did it well, He got a prison sentence, Giving him time to dwell, Upon his life and his mistakes, Haunted by her pretty face, Smashed to pieces on the kitchen floor, An awful crime to be responsible for, All because of broken glass, Broken glass on the kitchen floor. Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes All rights reserved.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Broken Glass
Shards of broken glass on the window sill, Another argument, Another round of pain, It brings them such torment, Drives them both insane. Broken glass on the kitchen floor, Smashed to bits like her dreams, Tears on her face, Love ripped at the seams, Her home now a cursed place. Broken glass on the path outside, People are standing and looking, Sadness for her fills their eyes, She smiles at them, Removes the shards, And waltzes back inside. Broken glass No more broken glass. She lay there in a hospital bed, Her skull almost smashed to pieces, He lay a kiss upon her cheek, Offer's himself to Jesus, Know's he did wrong. So broken glass on the window sill, A deadly weapon designed to **** It did its job and did it well, He got a prison sentence, Giving him time to dwell, Upon his life and his mistakes, Haunted by her pretty face, Smashed to pieces on the kitchen floor, An awful crime to be responsible for, All because of broken glass, Broken glass on the kitchen floor. Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes All rights reserved.
Its not my best work, but I had a bout of inspiration.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
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