Like silver
Like silver
Can you tell me… why it is I feel so blue
sometimes… I just feel like I can’t get through
feel a tear slide…
it lands on my hand… silver… shimmer…
like a knife… I touch it
Wait… I feel a hand on my shoulder
comforting words… they make me feel better
Then I wake up… I fell asleep, crying…
And now… I cry again… silver… shimmer…
*19-07-2001*
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