Never has death been so beautiful
glazed over
glistening beneath the cold sun .
Broken glass came raining from the sky,
crystalized dreams shattering on the concrete.
I could try to catch them in my hands,
to capture what I could not have,
but they fell like tear drops,
quickly and quietly,
millions of pieces
a funeral on the floor.
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The Things I Can't Touch
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry dedicated to the beautiful things in life, the things that feel so separate from my existence, to things that I can't touch :) I hope you enjoy.