Glass House Happy HourA Poem by Brittany
we piled our rocks by the door tangible pieces of ourselves- to collect and show us when we woke the next day, that we were still here
many lugged boulders some brought small skipping stones i threw pebbles into the heap hoping to be under-estimated
my pebbles rolled through the cracks and fell, between stones and boulders
and i suddenly know how it feels to be overwhelmed
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Added on July 26, 2010Last Updated on July 26, 2010 AuthorBrittanyMTAboutI don't know me. And, you don't know you. We fit so good together 'cause I know you like I know myself. more..Writing
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