I never chose
a heart of glass
Did you choose
a poison tongue?
The thing is
When broken
I'm sharp
Watch your step
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Becoming
PoetryPoems I write in a tiny floral notebook when I need to get my thoughts out. I'm only publishing because I hope someone can relate to something I write. (None of the art is mine)
Broken
I never chose
a heart of glass
Did you choose
a poison tongue?
The thing is
When broken
I'm sharp
Watch your step
