shattered vase
two inchs thick two inches wide
a piece of stick bigger than his hide
battered and bruised on is kness he falls
he looks up to her and her name he calls
he wonders why she has done this
he thinks and truly remineses
and cant find one reason why he should be on his knees
he begs and cries he really does plead
she laughs for a while and anger fills her face
she now tells him that he broke her vase
her vase of value of worth so great
a vase that he broke that sealed his fate
what a shame the relationship was brought to being battered
think of it like this:the same way the vase was shattered
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savemeposted on 12/08/2007
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