Help me, please
The glass sky broke
Can it be repaired?
Carefully, wistfully, I'm collecting the shards
Let them cut me, it doesn't hurt
What hurts is the reflexion that has been shattered
That displays our smiling faces no more
The tears that stain the fragile shards,
Will they become stars one day?
That twinkle and twinkle and make us smile?
As we look up at the patched up picture...
Cracks and splices, that I can live with.
But if there are missing... shards or only splinters
Can it even be put back together?
Or is it just like a puzzle
To remain broken forever...
Implacably I'm picking up parts
I want it to be made whole again
And to be supported by extra layers of tape
For the next storm to come
If it will blur our memories
WANT THE KIND LIES TO KEEP ON FOOLING ME
.: r e b o r n :.
.: y o u :.
.: m e :.
.: l o v e :.
.: g o o d b y e :.
In erster Linie also für mich selbst geschrieben. Du brauchst es nicht zu lesen, also störe dich nicht an Unverständlichem. Wer dennoch gern mitliest sei willkommen geheißen.
THE SCARLET STRING COMES UNDONE