Breaking something brokenA Poem by Anotherteenager
The window was broken
It cut everything that tried to fix it It was sharp and cold It was scattered everywhere The window was never a clear one Or a nice one But it was still a window They tried to remove the window But the window never left It just cut more of then Then you came with your gloves You put the window back together You helped it piece by piece You cleaned it and made it better then ever before The window had taken shape It hadnt cut anybody Except you The window was cutting you more deeply than anyone else The window was coming together never the less Then you started loosening up The window fell apart all at once It was sharper than ever Jagged where it was once smooth The window was broken The window was being fixed The window is breaking I am breaking I © 2015 Anotherteenager |
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Added on April 8, 2015 Last Updated on April 8, 2015 Author
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