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House of Glass
by Ann MillsTime heals all wounds but I'll just bet
time hasn't completely healed them yet.
I've offered my heart once more,
after picking the pieces off the floor,
broken, battered, cracked and shattered,
forever sounds better where once it was never,
I give it freely for let's say the last
in exchange for another, not so in the past.
11/27/2009 Author's Note: It's nice to be in love, to be loved, again.
Posted on 11/27/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/28/09 at 01:48 AM I believe this is mistakenly marked as "Explicit." Might want to fix that (Or add some crass language, of course!) Anyway, I like the rhythm of this poem--especially the line "broken, battered, cracked and shattered." |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/25/10 at 12:34 AM Here's to you, dear Ann, for gathering up the pieces and again choosing love. May you reside in its palm for a long while. Blessings to you and Andy. |
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