Look at me
Just once
Touch me,
ask me,
be me.
Break the glass lake that stops you,
from asking
who i am
where i've been
where i'm going.
the glass lake cuts me, and peels my finger tips
Look up from the glass lake that illuminates your face
like the sun to the moon
and help me
break mine
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YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
PoetryI did not know what this book meant when I first started it, it was an outlet for my feelings as I faced a new world. As I went on I realized what my personal purpose for it is: To form connections with people in this current world where we are all...
