Monday, December 21, 2009

Broken

You were mine.
You brought me happiness
With you, I felt good.
Without you I can hardly move.

Where I want to turn right, I will go straight.
Where I want to stand, I will fall.
It is as if someone is forcing me in another direction.

It went well for so long
I took goo care of you.
You made me better.

Why did that blade have to break.
Now I can't skate anymore.

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