A line of vases
the wind blows against
knocking them over,
but only a few left broken
Some picked back up,
others left with just a scratch
but i'm part of the batch
that shattered.
Built back up,
glued together,
you can't erase the damage done by this weather,
leaving me unwanted forever
Left there all alone
to be knocked over
or thrown
until i've shattered once more
so you just leave me on the floor
because i'm
too far gone,
yes, you made me
too far gone
and now no one will piece me back together.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
A line of vases
the wind blows against
knocking them over,
but only a few left broken
Some picked back up,
others left with just a scratch
but i'm part of the batch
that shattered.
Built back up,
glued together,
you can't erase the damage done by this weather,
leaving me unwanted forever
Left there all alone
to be knocked over
or thrown
until i've shattered once more
so you just leave me on the floor
because i'm
too far gone,
yes, you made me
too far gone
and now no one will piece me back together.
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