Feb 2017
I'm a piece of glass,
You may call me a window.
I reflect the sun and propel the wind,
I let you see through me.
But why does everyone want to break me?
You may call me a window.
I reflect the sun and propel the wind,
I let you see through me.
But why does everyone want to break me?
I swear its soo satisfying to see glass break...
(M/Somewhere)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
