Cobble stones that
line the floor with
broken cracks
spiderwebbing through
the edges.

And when friends meet
the two crosses hold
and bind with souls
longing for understanding.

Yet when a friend dies
the pieces shatter and
worn roads break through
all through out the world.

Only I chose to walk away
from all the sudden pain.
I stagger in the miss matched
free ways.

I feel like the skies
can not bleed for me.
Not even a drop of rain,
only salted tears
spring forth from
my own two worlds as
my eyes can only
blink them away.

09/29/2009

Posted on 09/29/2009
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