I had asked you
To give me a distraction.
To give something to think off
You told me you.
You told me I was yours
A precious trinket
You won't throw away
Not the one on the mantle,
You know I don't like the spotlight,
But the one on your bedside table
The one beside your lamp
The ones that gives you light.
One day you picked me up
And I shattered.
I was so used to being untouched
I shattered when you held me.
You decided to get your broom
To pick the pieces up
You places me in a box
You left the box outside your home.
One day just sitting there
A girl she
Picked up the box
She took me home
She glued me together
I belong to her I'm her
Precious trinket.
She keeps me in a closet
I don't mind
Because I belong to someone.
One day you came into her house
You saw me
You told her I was yours.
But you threw me out
Broken and
Shattered
Not to bother with the
Ceramic glue
Not to bother anymore with me
And now I
Belong again.
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PoetryI held broken shards to my face Comparing my reflection On the mirrors That didn't want to leave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poems written by Star in about 5 minutes. If you like them, please do vote and comment, it really makes my day! Most...
