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Broken Glass
My memories, my dreams, my hopes, and loves.
Shattered like broken glass.
Shardes of my dreams, pieces of my hopes,
chipped away memories,
And splinters of love.
I look into them and see sorrowful losses
and sad faces of defeat and heartache.
They glisten in the moonlight almost
as if they hope that one day I will return.
But I know I can't.
There is too much saddness and bitterness flowing from me to them.
Eventhough they are still pure and innocent, like fragments of an
angel.
And my heart yearns for this angel to be complete,
but that is only a fantasy.
As I walked by they all gleamed,
As though they thought I was coming back to them.
I smiled as I realized how hopeful they seemed,
Just as I was when I once tried to fulfill them.
I kept on walking, and one by one they all began to sparkle.
As though tears were streaming down their faces.
Danielle
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