Broken glass in different colors,
Scattered in the sand.
I picked one up
And I accidentally cut myself
Hurting myself in the process
Then I realized,
These are the pieces of my broken heart
It was the one that made my life colorful
But it was also the one who hurt me in the end.
CZYTASZ
Starlight and Supernovas
PoetryA collection of amateur poetry. I believe that language is so beautiful that it can be likened to the infinite beauty of the celestial skies.
