I am glass
Pieces scattered around
I know my sharp edges look intimidating
I'm not asking for glue
Just someone to hold me
'Til I feel a little less broken
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Broken
PoetryI wrote the first two, and possibly only two, parts to "Broken" months ago. As I write some other stories I notice 'The World' and 'The People' fits in or sort of relates so I add the parts in somewhere. Here are the pieces alone. Here is the origin...
I Am Glass
I am glass
Pieces scattered around
I know my sharp edges look intimidating
I'm not asking for glue
Just someone to hold me
'Til I feel a little less broken