Take Me Home (Original Poems)

She Was - Poem 82

She was glass,

But he was clumsy.

She was the beautiful sound,

But he was deaf.

She was a violin,

But he couldn't remember how to play.

She was the sugar,

But he couldn't taste.

She was the rain,

But he couldn't feel the drops.

She was the sun,

But he was blind.

She was the warm blanket,

But he couldn't feel.

She was hope,

But he gave up.

She was the poetry,

But he couldn't read.

She was everything she could offer,

But he told her she wasn't enough.