Im like a vase.
Ive got a strong exterior
but you drop it the wrong way i
smash,
shatter.
Theres nothing in it.
Empty.
Like a shell,
shell of a person.
A person who doesn't.
They just sit there With
flowers
for eyes and
stems for legs.
Theres eyes bright,
Brighter then the sun.
There legs week,
Week like the grass.
But no one will see the vase because the vase has nothing. Its not interesting enough for that. The flowers all gone, dead.
