17h
And she felt like shattered glass
Glistening in the sun sparkling so bright almost blinding
To sharp to hold
So utterly broken beyond repair
Like a fine dust almost like she was not even there
Glistening in the sun sparkling so bright almost blinding
To sharp to hold
So utterly broken beyond repair
Like a fine dust almost like she was not even there
this poem is the last one I wrote down 58 weeks ago instagram tells me hoping to find inspiration to let the writer in me be loud again maybe in this space thanks for reading me.
