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on Dec. 15, 2009 : sublime

broken objects left to dust
hidden beneath and behind in rust
broken in pieces so sharp and so small
tempting to piece it together you crawl
forgotten, perhaps, but carelessly tossed
"it's broken", you say "and completely a loss"
somehow i manage... i crawl to your side
you pick up my piece and observe that i died
dust off my edges and see for your self
i'm broken in ways that could damage your health
crystals and diamonds have edges that sting
but this glass that you hold is not made for a ring
somehow you bring me to a brilliance and shine
broken... i'm broken... yet your love is sublime.

behind :: ahead