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It Matters...



Like sharp swords, that insulting mutter,
Went through my heart, 
for every word I shattered,
Wondering who coated your heart with rubber,
Oh helpless, yes hopeless I am, 
I gobbled my supper.

These eyes of mine, has 
no difference to a gutter,
That poured the water down, 
on a rainy summer,
"Why aren't anyone of you 
brave enough to shut her?"
Instead of that, I just said, 
"pass me the butter".

Oh yes this life, changes like the weather,
From the dawn to the nights, 
each day, grow tougher and tougher,
Going down the memory line, 
there's things we discover,
After all, there's more appetite, 
cause of the smell and the color.

My eyes ran, from one corner to the other,
Some think they've won life, 
cause of an uncertain lover,
Another face I see, 
like lightening has struck her,
In the rush I see sweet smiles, 
of heart broken mothers.

Why on Earth, do I even care to bother?
In the future I see, some broken shutters,
I'm not sure, if they will ever recover,
Get some cloth, I'll save them, I'll cover,
Please let me save, we are family, it matters,

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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