the vase that sits upon the shelf,
so brittle and cracked,
it sits on the edge,
waiting to fall,
it fears it might shatter,
for it has before,
he picked each peice up,
gluing it back together,
though he is a good care taker,
the fear still remains.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
the vase that sits upon the shelf,
so brittle and cracked,
it sits on the edge,
waiting to fall,
it fears it might shatter,
for it has before,
he picked each peice up,
gluing it back together,
though he is a good care taker,
the fear still remains.
