O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
whiter than the purest milk,
or untouched snow.
Smooth and chalky,
as if crafted by a potter.
O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
crushed under the weight
of a fallen frame containing
the oldest photo
of my friend and I.
O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
I'm sorry to say you've suffered
from the same fate
as my
friendship...
O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
she shattered us into
dozens of tiny pieces,
and left me as the only fool
bothering to pick them up.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
whiter than the purest milk,
or untouched snow.
Smooth and chalky,
as if crafted by a potter.
O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
crushed under the weight
of a fallen frame containing
the oldest photo
of my friend and I.
O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
I'm sorry to say you've suffered
from the same fate
as my
friendship...
O beautiful seashell,
sitting atop my dresser--
she shattered us into
dozens of tiny pieces,
and left me as the only fool
bothering to pick them up.
