[[WARNING: This was written intentionally without formatting.]]
and you see i miss winter because shes still here with her tears pounding the glass till it breaks and the shards scatter across the floor
and maybe the window feels alone now that the frame has nothing inside it like a bad metaphor for how empty i feel at this minute how abandoned how alone how cold though the heating is off
i am a pretty picture with no frame nothing to hold it in except the cracked glass that creates spiderwebs in a perfectly smooth surface
i wish i was that glass to be imperfectly perfect and to have chips thatre so beautifully placed rather than chips that run deeper in my mind than anything else deeper than you could ever reach my love
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See the warning? ^^
Written February 27th, 2006
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the imagery and wording of ideas in this poem is very fresh and interesting. it feels like a single thought but so much more, a great write, and I like poems with no formatting! it lets the words flow together into one idea and one poem.
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