Sep 2018
When I was seven
My school
Held a glass blowing event
I got to help blow a really pretty
Blue one
I took it with me
Everywhere
Despite my mother’s warnings
And it shattered
So...
What makes you trust me with your heart?
My school
Held a glass blowing event
I got to help blow a really pretty
Blue one
I took it with me
Everywhere
Despite my mother’s warnings
And it shattered
So...
What makes you trust me with your heart?
This is not exactly me, more so a collage of my feelings and my fear of hurting others.
