Lovely Bones
My heart may not be worth taking, but somehow it's still worth breaking. I'm not lying here dying because I feel like it. Can't you see that? You just choose not to. No one wants a previously used and broken heart.
The world lives in a glass room. I can look in and see the happiness. They could look out and see the pain we feel. They pretend the glass isn't clear. They pretend we don't need their help.
Life passes by like scenes out a car window. Will you savor them? Or will you only look as far as the scratched and dirt-encrusted glass? They say the grass is always greener on the other side. Have they been there to see?
Man kind is singing out of tune. I'm no conductor, you're no miracle. The world isn't ready for this kind of compassion.
Doesn't anyone know the answer? Doesn't anyone even pretend to care anymore? Open your eyes, and see what you never could before. When bones heal, they become stronger. But, somehow I'm still weak. The heart is not a bone
The world lives in a glass room. I can look in and see the happiness. They could look out and see the pain we feel. They pretend the glass isn't clear. They pretend we don't need their help.
Life passes by like scenes out a car window. Will you savor them? Or will you only look as far as the scratched and dirt-encrusted glass? They say the grass is always greener on the other side. Have they been there to see?
Man kind is singing out of tune. I'm no conductor, you're no miracle. The world isn't ready for this kind of compassion.
Doesn't anyone know the answer? Doesn't anyone even pretend to care anymore? Open your eyes, and see what you never could before. When bones heal, they become stronger. But, somehow I'm still weak. The heart is not a bone
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Hmm... I don't know if this even qualifies as a poem, but I wrote it so I figured I'd put it up. Feedback, anyone? Please? Thank you!!!