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Poor little girl
In this cruel, cruel world
With your fragile glass heart
Someone has hurt you—torn you apart
He was clumsy and shy
And that boy dropped your glass heart
In the blink of an eye
It shattered against the cold stone floor
And your pure innocence was no more
But you didn’t shed a tear—didn’t once cry
You didn’t wither up and die…You got by
Picking up the sharp edged, wasted pieces
Of your shattered glass heart
Walking away with bleeding hands
As you clutch the fragments to your chest
And you have learned this lesson…
Never trust a boy to catch you when you fall
Because he will just watch you tumble endlessly down
And when you hit the ground
You realize there is no forever after all


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Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind

(William Wordsworth)




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The following comments are for "Wounds of Broken inoccence"
by seriousinsanity

Glass
Beautiful, splendid, but I was hoping the end to be different. There is true love out there, just you wait and see.

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: April 18, 2005 )

Oops!
And the boy says, "Oh, what was this precious thing that I held in my hands, yet knew nothing about, except my own longing for a connection. The way the reflection in a pond connects with the sky. I am so sorry I did not know you. I am so sorry that you thought you knew me, too."

I hope this comment doesn't sound too weird because I like this poem. It has an introspection and a sense of heart that is universal. Kind of like the broken heart of Tennessee Williams.

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: April 23, 2005 )

Venus & Mars
This was stunning...I loved it...it really brings to life the Mars vs Venus differences in men and women...how casually men view sex and how shattered (particularly young girls on the verge of womanhood view it.) Unfortunelty..it too often colors their outlook on love and romance for the rest of their lives.

I also love your signature...this is one of my favorite poems of all time...particularly that passage. Welcome to Lit.

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: April 23, 2005 )





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