see the porcelin girl with the broken smile?
you can tell shes been crying for a while
in her hands she holds a wilted rose
once a care free collection of vivid red petals
has now become an unfortunate mark on the world
the colours of it life quickly faded to grey
her soul drifts aimlessly in this time of hoplessness
see her glass heart shatterd by loss?
each piece reflects the face of her familiar friend
she listens earnestly for his voice to comfort and console
only to be disapointed in this time of silence
it poses intense questions that demand answers
yet there are none to be found
why so young? a boy so pure
she fights the disapointment of an unfound cure
now as she stand above where he lays
her heart plays the melodic phrase of their past
there are words she hides in her soul, a story of pain the world will never know
the words she regrets not sharing, a story now unsurpassed
forever his love continues on
the love of true friendship that he taught her throughout the years
he lives on in her even after hes gone
a piece of her heart watching from above
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
hes in a better place
and in this she must trust
Wed, 2007-04-18 23:33
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better place