His shadow was his best friend.
It never lied,
it never ended.
It didn't hurt,
it didn't cry.
Never seemed to pass him by.
- can I be your shadow?
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
