Broken
It's a door without a handle
A black that looks so white
Opaque that you can see through
Mirror that won't reflect the light
It's the answer of no problem
The receiver of no pass
The beauty of a face
That's been dragged through broken glass
It's a child without a mother
A boat without a sail
The ever-prompt payment
Of a check that's "in the mail"
It's the openness and freedom
Of being locked-up in a cage
Only love can calm the madness
Of a broken heart in rage
Copyright © Peter Dillman | Year Posted 2011
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