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Missing Broken Jars

Contributed by Exodus-On-Life on Thursday, 27th November 2003 @ 09:00:47 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Working the clay into my hands

Fixing the stairs

Pressing the heart beats so far down
Like it's something to do

Missing the life
You're providing the slaughter

Missing everything is so uncontrollable
Try not to save yourself

Fixing anything in the house
I'm not looking for anyone else

Sadness creeping
The slaughter sets in

Looking for my stolen heart
And the little jar you must have put it in

Preaching what I'm told

Losing what I need

Lacking almost everything
Contending with your greed

Stronger always and I'm weaker still
Missing all the things I know about it

I think I always will

Missing things always
Fixing the stairs

Smelling the gasoline
Missing repairs

Eyes wanting sleep
Heart wanting you

Fixing what I'm lacking

Not much else left to do

Moving through paths uncut
Missing the tree and it's limbs

Fixing the stairs every single day

Finding a new me in such a new way

Sitting here talking to myself for so long
Well, I have to say so long

Make myself feel better
Fixing everything except myself

Missing you always

I'm missing me still

I don't think you'll fix me broken
I am beginning to think you never will

Things that always miss
And things I know have always been

What kind of person do you think you are?

And what kind of jar is the clay in?




Copyright © Exodus-On-Life ... [ 2003-11-27 21:00:47]
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Re: Missing Broken Jars (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Friday, 28th November 2003 @ 10:59:53 PM AEST
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a good read , keep it up your friend doug




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