Made of glassA Poem by Joe GibsonMade Of Glass We’re all so fragile and easily broken glass hearts pump shards of life through a hollowed vessel what's the purpose of breathing if you hate the taste of air? I honestly felt nothing before I met you. then a spark gave fire to a fuelless love explosions like fireworks light up my eyes the first time I saw you I didn’t know your name but it was solely irrelevant you rarely know the ones you fall for I need you but you may not no the expressionless face its a defensive mechanism that won’t shut off so if we fall apart and we break like glass I’ll try my best to put you back together If you do the same for me my love.
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StatsAuthorJoe GibsonNorth Attleboro, MAAboutInspired by Poe, enjoy writing dark and Gothic short stories and peoms more..Writing
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