ever known the people who shatter at harsh words like glass?
now fall in love with one:


Miss Silver

You're made up of glass Miss Silver
Through you my lover I can see
And you break into many small slivers
Of what you once wanted to be.

You're made up of glass Miss Silver
Out from your clear heart light shines through
Seems you always will be the forgiver
Of those ones who your eyes make dew.

You're made up of glass Miss Silver
To sweep up the shards is my price
It's my job to be the believer
And your job to say I'll suffice.



Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-09-18 at 04:01

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