See the world through painted glass,
A fragile layer that will never last,
Such a beautiful sight so soon lost,
A wonderful world, but at what cost?
Glass will shatter, shards will scratch,
A thousand scars to mark the past.
A beautiful forgotten view,
Haunted dreams of what you never knew,
Once soared with laughter through the sky,
Now left broken wings that will never fly.
Trapped inside this wicked cage,
Born of hatred and bitter rage.
Using smiles to disguise,
The iron bars behind her eyes,
Always wandering ahead,
Through the fog inside her head.
Saw the world through painted glass,
The fragile sight didn't last,
Such a beautiful view was so soon lost,
A wonderful world, yet not worth the cost.
Glass shattered, shards scratched,
Now only a thousand scars remind her of the past.
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PoesíaPoems of mine for you to read, many of them more on the dark side. "A beautiful forgotten view, Haunted dreams of what you never knew, Once soared with laughter through the sky, Now left broken wings that will never fly. Trapped inside this wicked c...
