| All my pretty dreams shattered down around my feet --cutting my heels Cold to the core Icy blood freezing to the floor Now I must stand still Again silent in my struggle I long to advance but every move drives the shards deeper into my flesh My blood is glass The vessels and veins in fragile pieces You broke me apart Then watch the crystaline tears fracture on my hands --still burning, aching for you Christa Midcap 12-18-01 |
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