Glass
My ball is made of glass
I can see everything
But I can't though it
My world
The ball is my world
I'm save in it
Nobody can hurt me there
Everywhere
It take it with me
To protect myself
From falling apart
Broken
I once broke my ball
In thousands of pieces
It didn't feel bad
Gone
Now the ball is gone
I'm not alone anymore
And it feels good
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Poetry
PoetryPoems... It was just an experiment until someone discovered it! Here they are, thirty poems. Highest place #2 in Poetry (18-8-2016) The poems with a heart are my personal favourites. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!! PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU FIND A M...
