The creepers always have something mean to say
when their ego is at stake
And the fragile corners of my heart will be lurking through a tiny window
to see if they have already left
Because she doesn't want to welcome a single word of venom into her home
She doesn't want their unwanted words to poison her thinking
To make her wonder more than she already does
As ling as the creepers stay out, my heart will be okay.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
