Though this glass
I see you
The love of my life
But just like this glass I'm stuck in place
Unable to move
If I do I might shatter
Hundreds of pieces, unable to be put back together
And if you see
You might sweep me away and toss me in the trash
So, I stay
Behind this glass
A glass pane
YOU ARE READING
Poems: A collection
PoetryA small collection of my poems. Some of them are sad, some are happy, and some are just fun!
