Augustus 2, 2008
sometimes
sometimes
the words are not enough
to comfort the wings broken by past wrongs
sometimes
their hollow emptiness
echoes
in the pieces that lay here
waiting
for you to pick them up
sometimes
your laugh
rips apart the masks
sometimes
it pierces the illusion
that what you felt
was true
And even then
I’d be shattered
if tomorrow should start without you
And all you left behind
was a broken smile
and shredded wings
