Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Glass
9.11.04
Little glass raindrops
Falling ‘round my head
Little glass butterflies
Synchronized dances, so they play
The shards of glass cause us to bleed
No matter how beautiful they mirror this world
But she watches, still
As we trample through this fantasy land
Holding blood-stained glass
In ignorant, pain-filled hands
And she trembles, silent
For those that she could never warn
Fighting for a love much less than pure
No matter how beautiful, in the mirrored world
And it’s a little glass heartbeat
Pounding through that glassy sky
It’s a little smile, hidden away
That remedies all their lies.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]