I am made of glass
I fall so quickly
I shatter so easily
And it's so hard to fix me.
I am made of glass
Touch me and you leave a print
Mark me and you leave a scratch
Crack me and you leave me in two
But I
Was broken
Long ago
So darling, do not come near
All my
Shards of
Shattered glass
Will only hurt you here.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
