Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Glass

Pieces are all around me on the ground
Broken shards of this frail heart 
Be careful where you may step 
For those tiny shards may tear you apart

Shattered pieces strewn all around
Emotions of all kinds thrown like trash
Just look at me with my shattered heart
Why must you always be so rash?

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