Glass, by . QUEENIE .
and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades..
and there was nobody there to help her..
and her heart had been torn to pieces..
and she died alone in the cold dark..
and she was all alone in the glass.
** first stanza orinigally by the Band Thursday from teh
song Singals over The Air. (thats an awesome song btw) **
|Posted: 2005-01-20 14:42:47 UTC|
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|Most of your poems that I've read often makes me imagine how the story or incident took place..and sometimes it felt so real that I can really...feel it...wow...I am faraway from reality..