One loved too much, while the other not enough. Heaven was contained in the meter with which you were speaking,
but that doesn’t mean I still don’t question its existence.
You, me, and all our debris the pain — oh, that delightful misery. Cracked by a wandering gaze. like delicate glass, she was easily shattered...
I am a piece of glass, I’m just about unbreakable.
I'm not worried about breaking . I'm worried about shattering. A poem for the daily prompt! (I've never done this before and I don't know what I'm doing :P) This goes out to trauma survivors and/or anyone in a rough spot emotionally...
Read this for encouragement <3
(From a 5-10 second frame in a youtube vid)
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csgPE... And it will never be any other way. We shatter like mirror
Source: Writer’s outlet The perfect daughter, the perfect best friend, the perfect grades, the perfect body, but a shattered mind