I am broken
I am cracked
I am like a shard of glass
I can cut and I can burn
I can melt and I can turn
I am broken I am cracked
I am like a shard of glass
You can go and throw me away
But I’ll come back and I will stay
I am broken
I am cracked
But I am not a shard of glass
I'm nearly a cup
chipped on the side
Don’t just sit there and watch me lie
Come and help me
Fix me up
I will be the perfect cup
Use some glue or get the tape
I will sit and I will wait
I'm alive here and well
Don’t just let my wounds swell
For if my glass
Chips once more
You must go
To the store
Get the tape or get some glue
I want to stay
Stay with you
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My Bad Poetry
PoetryWARNING: CONTAINS MY BAD POETRY AND SHORT STORIES this will also include story prompt ideas, like Sparks to make a fire And please if you want to save your soul, don't read the first 5 chapters bc they are horrible
