18 Aug 2014

MEMORY LANE



 



Shattered shards of glass
Stuck together with glue
Still, your hands are filled with splinters
Let's leave the leaky vase
Long ago it held flowers
Love, your hands
They are still full of splinters

5 comments :

  1. Beautiful. Sounds like a sad love poem...

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  2. Like trying to piece someones heart together again.

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  3. I like how you matched the black-white photos to the mood of the poem. Wandering through a quiet city, alone with your thoughts...

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  4. Who did u write this for?

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