So fragile and tender, becoming so bitter.
And bitter things shrivel up, and dry out.
I will become porcelain glass. The fancy kind.
Porcelain is breakable, I'm afraid I will shatter.
Please don't drop me. I haven't the heart to pick up the pieces.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
So fragile and tender, becoming so bitter.
And bitter things shrivel up, and dry out.
I will become porcelain glass. The fancy kind.
Porcelain is breakable, I'm afraid I will shatter.
Please don't drop me. I haven't the heart to pick up the pieces.
