Will anyone care
If I vanish in the night
And leave nothing behind?
Will anyone care
If in the morning
The only things they find are broken pieces?
Will anyone care
If this girl made of glass
Finally shatters into shards?
Will anyone care
If I leave
And I never return...?
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...
