Me , myself and I

THE STORY OF GLASS

So Fragile, So weak

On the edge of being shattered

And a transparent, lifeless soul

She is like glass

end it all in just one blow

too complicated to put her pieces back

once they've been broken apart

But there is someone, somewhere

to protect her

to put her at the back of the shelf, to get her away from the edge

to tell her, there is still time

And that life isn't a lie

But sorrows,

that someone is far yet near

to her he is dear

but he probably doesn't know that , he never will

But his eyes make everything alright

She stares at him from the corner of the shelf

sometimes, he glimpses back

but to go up to him is where she lacks

inside is a desperate cry

did he notice, he might

But everyday she has to give up

after their seven hours of hard work are up

but her hope keeps decreasing

but her feelings keep increasing

maybe she can go to sleep

and say "Hi" in her dreams