Glass and tears
Sad story, really
How such a thing happened
To a girl of such beauty
Fragile like glass
Is how her heart was made
And when it was broken
She could not be saved
Her tears flow freely
Like blood from a wound
She hoped and prayed
It'd be over soon
Round and round
Was how things were
And every rotation
Appeared as more of a blur
And every time
The words got sweeter
They took a wrong turn
And the knife cut deeper
She wanted to run
She wanted to leave
Flee from the pain
She just couldn't believe
It was all just too much
A complete and utter mess
But even on a broken road
She knew she was blessed
She knew
She had to walk away
Leave the past behind
And forget yesterday
Fresh red rose
Don't take offense
She uses her thorns
As self defense
But don't push her
A smart one warns
For if you do
She will use those thorns
Glass and tears
Sad story, really
What became of a sweet girl
Such as she
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The Perfect Storm
Poetry**WARNING!!! THIS BOOK DEALS STRONGLY AND PRIMARILY WITH DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, SELF HARM, AND EMOTIONAL TRAUMA!!!** This book is an add-on to Bittersweet Battle. It is the third poetry book on this account (After Just Poems and Bittersweet Battle). I...
