what if
we were broken shards
glass that have lost their partswhat if
we were nothing but dust
trying to escape and lastwould we be swept away?
or would they let us stay?
do we even matter anyway?as a child, i would watch
as the rain went pitter patter
wondering if i would ever matterafter all, i wasn't extraordinary
i didn't even know my own story
i was above none. unnecessary.it's cruel, but a terrible truth
i am nothing but a cracked roof
stuck with an untouchable sky of blue
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also this poem is a bit wonky so !! it's basically a symbolism of me as a cracked roof ?? kind of like the dust inside of me is trying to escape, to become extraordinary like everyone else seems to be. however, that dust is so common, so all i can do is watch out and see everyone finding freedom in the blue sky while I'm trapped because I'm not talented enough ??
yes it's kind of a bad explanation (and poem!) but I hope you like it and have many wonderful days ahead :)
until the next update, take care <33 I'm always there to chat if you need to rant !!!!
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