I am a glass statue.
I walk about the halls,
minding where I step,
because one sharp word and I'll break.
I am a torn rag.
I am pulled from every side,
watching what I say,
because one false word and I'll split.
I am a crying child.
I ball my heart out alone,
cursing God for my fate,
because one day, long ago, I was happy.
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The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesíaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
