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Shard
Empty promises upon a healing heart,
Closing eyes upon a world of grey,
Shaky hands that reach to hold something,
But then slowly slip so far away,
Gentle tears rolling down this face,
This face you painted with sorrow and pain,
A heart of glass within my pale hands,
An endless, unforgiving shame,
Can you feel the shaking of my palms?
The sweat that eases from this skin?
There are many feelings dying here,
Many fading deep within,
And as these hands lose their grip,
A small heart falling from their hold,
A thousand shards set into everything I touch,
Making me seem vacant and cold,
There was once a caring heart,
Warm and loving within this cage,
But, see the peices and my blood?
You set upon hatreds rage,
Hate for myself, and hate for you,
You couldn't know it would be this way,
But now you do, will you stand down?
Allow my heart in my hands to stay?
I'll pick up the parts one by one,
Fix them with these fingers bare,
If you'll just let me move on,
I promise you, I'll still be there,
But right now, the shard in my life,
The one thing which causes pain the most,
You'll see the glass slowly shatter,
Followed by my aching ghost.
