Glass shatters
I'm not sure if it's me
But the past isn't starting to matter
I'm in love with myself, you see
I can melt the glass
Mold it again and again
It's not over in a crash
Tell them I've learned how to mend
I may break the next day
But if there's a will, surely there'll be a way
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Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
