Shattered
By: Me
What's the point of a glass that's shattered?
When you aren't gonna repair it?
You see a glass that's fallen
All shattered from within
When you try to pick it up
All it causes you is pain
So what's the point of trying?
When you drop it down again?
You see the crystals broken
The beauty once there, gone
It's happiness forcefully taken
Laying shattered on the lawn
Yet you still see its specks glisten
With hope of life once more
As the sun helps it sparkle
Healing the parts once sore
What's the point of a glass that's shattered?
Unless you repair it again.
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Sweet Melodies
PoetryEmotions conveyed in words... poems that flows from my mind and out of my pen... Copyright© 2017
