Glass BoxA Poem by Delaney Thomas
Why do you always go for the one
Trapped in the glass box? There are plenty of others out there Who are alive and free. Yet, It's always the one in the glass box that you seek. It's never the beautiful flowers That grow wild in the sun, Or the bright fruits That are sweet to the taste. It's always the one trapped in the glass box. The dying rose, With it's petals rotting on the ground. Why do you always go for the one in the glass box? It's not beautiful, Nor sweet to smell or taste. It's just a dying rose, Trapped in that damn glass box. © 2014 Delaney ThomasFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on May 30, 2014 Last Updated on May 30, 2014 AuthorDelaney ThomasAboutThis is Me: I act light but I'm actually very dark. I wish I could go down the rabbit hole with Alice and never come back up. The darkness pretends to be my friend but really just tries to kill me eve.. more..Writing
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