I'm sorry that I'm not your perfect picture-I didn't know I'd be framed and put on a wall.
My glass: it shatters, as you just sit back and watch me fall.
I'm like an art museum, please don't touch, just look.
My heart is open like a big black book.
YOU ARE READING
Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Perfect Picture
I'm sorry that I'm not your perfect picture-I didn't know I'd be framed and put on a wall.
My glass: it shatters, as you just sit back and watch me fall.
I'm like an art museum, please don't touch, just look.
My heart is open like a big black book.