I shattered a glass,
I shattered a glass and stared at it with a mind full of thoughts.
I didn't think of cleaning it up though,
I thought about how perfect it was,
How fitting.
A shattered glass,
Mixed with shattered confidence,
Dreams,
Happiness,
And so much more.
It seemed to just go hand in hand,
A physical representation of me and my feelings.
I shattered a glass.
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The Trees Talk
PoetryThe trees talk, they know what goes through your mind. The trees, they scream. +previously Perfection and Deception+
