Funny thing, windows:
You can never tell if you're looking out
Or merely gazing in,
And when the glass finally shatters
In the solemn light of day,
A shard entangles itself
With the poor gazer's heart,
And with that final, helpless gasp,
A new window is formed.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
