I am but a saucer
Under a broken cup of tea
Its handle is so fragile
But its all ill ever be
I am but a flower
In a worthless broken vase
It once was all so beautiful
But now it's a disgrace
I am but a pencil
Without an eraser in its sight
My worth is basically worthless
Even though I give it all my might
Yes, I am just a saucer
Under a broken cup of tea
My beginnings are quite broken
But don't ever underestimate me
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Beyond Storytelling, Poems
PoetryHi guys! I'm pretty new to using wattpad and so I decided to publish some poetry that I wrote my self.
