I see you
On the other side
Of the glass.
At least...
That's what I think it is.
Though even if it is glass
Why don't you turn to look at me
As I scream your name
And try to break it.
Overtime
I found
That there was glass
Just not where I thought it was.
And overtime
I found
That I wasn't the one who finally broke it.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
I see you
On the other side
Of the glass.
At least...
That's what I think it is.
Though even if it is glass
Why don't you turn to look at me
As I scream your name
And try to break it.
Overtime
I found
That there was glass
Just not where I thought it was.
And overtime
I found
That I wasn't the one who finally broke it.
