she's fragile. she once on me told.
she faked smiles just like
how a rain on the glass window made hold.
and as that tears of rain no longer could stay remain,
she fell and shattered into
melancholic pieces.
she's indeed fragile–
she's a window pane.
YOU ARE READING
Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
