We hold the hammer,
The hammer of life.
Just above the glass,
That keeps us right.
Just above the glass,
Such dangerous weapons we hold.
But we are soldiers,
Keeping a hold.
But one day,
You let go.
So I put my hammer down,
To try and close the wound.
The glass cuts through my fingers,
Yet I still try.
I have all the pieces in except for one.
I need you.
I try,
To solve the puzzle.
But working with glass
Is like tying to outlast death.
Just the last piece is not fitting.
The piece that once brought us together.
My hands are bleeding,
Trying to fix the glass of love.
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HEYYYYYYYY GUYS I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN SOOOOOOOO LONG!!!!! I'm such a bad author. Wow, I'm really sorry. But a shout out to the following people for being wonderful ducklings and following me. Like you guys are the BEST!
THANKS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH GUYS! Oh and to explain why i'm so happy, I broke up with my boyfriend and I'm all happy because it gets me out of all that drama. And I am a bit sad....maybe why I wrote this poem. But the poem "Bye Soldier," was actually for him. But whatever! IMMA HAPPY DUCKLING!
Your Happy Duckling,
~Mansi The Demigod
