No one takes time to love
What has gone
A flittering little whisp of ideas
Gone
I may trudge over crystal ways
And ask of you what to say
Keep our glass bridge perfect
But
I have held in all that would only crack
For so long
And then in this moment
I scream and shout
At everyone who did me wrong
I yell
I slam
I can't control
I don't know why
It's irrational
I cry at you
As you glare back
As you throw stones over
Breaking our glass bridge
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