dreams are broken frequently.
but noone stops to listen to the sound
of crashing hopes on pillows.
all young women cry into their fists
asking why, noone loves their smile.
i have found
that my tears are collected like pearls
on long braided chains
and i wear them around my neck.
my dreams fell like a cut string of pearls
from around my neck
and clinked loudly on a glass floor
which we are all walking
or crawling on.
and each tear drop
puddled into a picture
of a crying girl
giving up hope
in this glass box world.
oh i wish to shatter the glass.
we are all caged within our own fears
and though this box may become sand someday
for now it's just closing me in.
and a million others' pearls are falling down.
with enough tears we may break the glass.
so we all cry at once,
thinking of the ones we love, or loved
then with pearls torn from our necks.
we throw down.
10:14 pm - 31.03.03
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