You're so fragile, like glass ,
very thin glass...
You diffuse light into a million colors, but don't have one of your own.
You hold liquor, like an old man holds a cigar, with elegance, never satisfied.
You could slip through their hand and be broken, shattered.
That's it, not useful any more just very thin broken glass.
YOU ARE READING
Before you Sleep
PoetryThis is a gift for you I want to invite you. Take a look inside my mind. Maybe it helps keeping your thoughts from running wild. Maybe ist shows you that we all break sometimes and that is fine. Maybe it gives you some sort of relieve before going t...
