I keep a tight grasp on this plate
Because if it falls it will shatter
I don't allow anyone to hold it
The last person who held this plate dropped it
It took years to mend
So I continue to hold this plate
Feared that next time
It will never mend
YOU ARE READING
My sad poetry
PoesíaThese are sad Poems I've written over time about love and feelings. I hope you enjoy reading them
