Like a snow globe, everyone wants to shake me,
snowflakes keep falling around to see.
Pretty and shiny little flakes,
but the more you shake, my head aches.
When you get bored of playing,
you hide me in the closet, instead of staying.
I get dusty and old,
how could you get so cold?
On my own I can not attract,
there always has to be someone for me to adapt.
I can't shine without yours hands on me,
how will I ever be able to flee?
Like a doll, you get excited when I do as you please,
soon you have enough of me and leave like a breeze,
Stuck in my glass you have to break me first,
so I can become free of your thirst.
You'll get over me,
your once pleasured souvenir.
22.08.20
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
