I raised my hopes amazed From dust to package and ****** Blinded by charms into your arms Forced to watch now without affecting the how Twisting restlessly beneath sea Doesn't matter if they scatter or drop and shatter Heard them fall and not hurt at all Crashing is nothing new in fact it's why I grew Another crack won't cause a heart attack If my hopes weigh too much that's okay Let them go to be swept below I will pick up the pieces and use glue to stick Until every single hope I own is ready to once again fly
Day 18: a poem with no end rhyme scheme. Only internal.