We are all a vase,
One with a simple base.
Inside are flowers,
Some seem to tower.
Some are lovely;
Others are just plain ugly.
The liquid water is still.
It takes some skill...
To keep it that way.
It doesn't stay like that...
Not always.
The designs on the outside
Are not what matters.
It is what's inside...
That truly matters.
If you look closely,
You'll see thorns
Circling around the flowers.
Along with little decorations of bones.
It's all depends on you.
The flowers, vase, and the thorns too.
Your view creates it.
Whether it stays together or gets hit.
You. You. You.
That vase is you.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of Thoughts
PoetryFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
