glasses are fragile:
one little force
might cause a crack
each time you let
one mediocre hand
you let your surface
to get shattered
you're slowly trading
your being into broken parts
until you are left as a piece.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
