Jun 2016
I see a girl made of glass in bright sweet hues
She walks by the shore at night
Though I can never tell who she is
Her silhouette is laced with holes
Yet I see an underlying idyllic beauty
Whilst she walks by the moonlight
Her eyes forever searching the sands
Collecting her fallen pieces of glass as she goes...
She walks by the shore at night
Though I can never tell who she is
Her silhouette is laced with holes
Yet I see an underlying idyllic beauty
Whilst she walks by the moonlight
Her eyes forever searching the sands
Collecting her fallen pieces of glass as she goes...
When you're broken and not being your whole self. You have to remember what it is you love and want more than anything else in the world. You have to remember who you are, and you have to start all over again from scratch.
