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Join Date: Jun 2008
Posts: 7
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Junior Member
Join Date: Jun 2008
Posts: 7
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Thoughts? Would love Constructive Feedback!
Two years
Two years of different
The light bulb sat there.
It shattered and was taped
The glass still cut.
Too many pieces all over.
Thousands of pieces.
The tape could not hold it together.
Shattered glass in every crevice.
Slowly the pieces ground small.
And smaller still.
So small they turned to dust.
They’ve started to disappear.
What does that make the bulb
If the glass is gone
All that’s left is metal.
Thin wire.
That base.
But never the same glass.
Never the same curves
Never the same light
New glass maybe.
But not the same.
Maybe softer.
Maybe stronger.
Never the same.
Impossible to gather all the pieces
You will never get to know those pieces.
Their dust is gone.
Their dust is lost.
No tape.
No string.
No glue.
No broom.
No gathering them up again.
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I sound stupid.
I can’t recall.
I forget.
I mumble.
Yeah.
I promise.
This is not really me.
But maybe it is.
Is it time to stop telling the me before?
Yeah.
2 years.
Time to be stupid.
Time to accept don’t recall.
Time to not mind forget.
Yeah.
2 years.
You know me of “its been 2 years”
You know me of “I didn’t used to”
You know me of “before all this”
Yeah.
You know me of “Not tonight”
You know me of “Can you repeat that”
You know me of “Uh
You know me of “I don’t remember”
Yeah.
Never will you know the other me.
Never will you know the me I want back.
You won’t ever see that.
2 years.
Yeah.
You missed it.
You missed me.
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