Darker than midnight

Darker than midnight
Bluer than water
Is water really blue

Broken like glass
Is glass really broken or just shattered

Broken is the soul
And darker is the space where the broke price
Left are
After all the tears have ran like angry rivers

These words are empty
There's no feeling taste or smell in them
They no longer smell blue
Or they no longer smell of gardenias or orchids or Lilies
They no longer taste of razzles
Or eggs cheese sandwich
They no longer feel those words that ripped
A part walking trails
With hunger for fame and luxury and ...
What did they feel
What were they like
Those feeling words
Of hope that one day all the tiny little snails in the world
Would have their gardens filled with gardenias
What was it like to be filled with hunger and egg sandwiches
Would be ever so delish

What was it like
To be so strong that no matter how many rocks
Hit your head .. it didn't break your soul

What was it like
To be filled with love songs

What was it like
To never fear the altitudes
The solitudes

What how is it like
To be able to forget and not even remember
Someone you use to know

Someone like the person in the mirror