My skin is glass , it's like a vase. Don't touch me I might break.
I yearn for warmth and your embrace , but is it worth my life to take?
I'm fragile, sensitive, I feel like a mistake.
Your flesh is warm it's strong and opaque , while mine is cold , you can see right through me, and I think I'm going
to break.
It made sense in some aspects . I might delete it later.