Broken pieces fall
To the ground.
Drop.
Delicate glass
Shatters on the ground.
Sharp.
Damaged hearts wish
They could cease to beat.
Stop.
Crushed hopes
Fade away.
Gone.
YOU ARE READING
:: Incandescent ::
PoetryShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...
