I offered him my heart, and he easily accepted if. But sadly, instead of protecting my fragile glass heart, he carried it around in his pocket like a piece of candy. And then, when he was satisfied, he discarded it on the ground like a wrapper. Only glass isn't very resistant to cracks, and after he tossed my heart onto the pavement like a piece of trash, it shattered into a million tiny pieces.
YOU ARE READING
Splashes on the Pages
PuisiI'm just pouring the thoughts out of my soul and onto the pages, hoping to leave a lasting impression like splashes of paint on a white wall.
