SHELLS

Pretty little seashell on the sand

I hold you lightly in my hand

A small piece of what you had been

I can still see your beauty within

While alot of others have been chosen

Just because they hadn't been broken

Doesn't mean that your not worth

Being saved from this pounding surf

Saved from the waves upon the shore

Come home with me, lonely no more

For finding you has reminded me

That nothing is ever how it seems

Always a story behind something broken

Does not always mean it's left unspoken

As to the choices that have been made

Not always the right one upon each wave

Has not always been by our own choices

But sometimes decided by other voices

Until fate steps in and helps to mend

A little piece of another's life

To allow the light again to shine

And maybe save one small shell

From it's horrid thoughts of hell

Bonita (aka gypsydreams)

Shells 2000Ó Gypsydreams

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