Nothing left
Days filled with regret
No will for life
No will to die
Couldn't ever go
Can't possibly stay
Has to find a way
Then she found you
You know who you are
She found you
She needed that
You were that for her
She'll always love you for that
Her best friend
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There
