Baby I'm a mess
I was once torned
To pieces that I couldn't sew back together
Call me a piece of glass
That was slammed to the ground
Look at my broken self
These shattered pieces
No matter how hard you try
You won't fix me right
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
شِعر[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
