One by one <br />Our days pass <br />I wiped and collected <br />the broken glass we made <br />Even i know <br />i let it slipped <br />Try to put back the pieces <br />Hoping i could bring back the past <br />but what i get are more <br />wounds and scars.<br /><br />oxir canada<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounds-and-scars/
