Glass house

A Poem by Laura Judith

This is about a boy, who is three years older than me. He is one of my best friends. This is kind of for him.

Once, I told someone
That

The grass can be purple.
      They delighted in that thought
               I painted it purple.

Once, I received a hug
       Willingly
From a boy
       While my heart was broken
                He said it will be ok.

One time, I let myself
     Think
     Feel
Speak what I thought of him, to him,
      And that has shattered this glass house I spent
      Tedious hours constructing.

And no one is left to help pick up the pieces.

© 2009 Laura Judith

Author's Note

This isn't how it's supposed to look. The indentation is all wrong. This is also on my devianART: http://dousedflames.deviantart.com/art/Glass-house-146806912