I shatter like glass.
The hourglass has fallen to the ground. My time is up.
Who will be there now to pick me up? To shift all the sand together and collect it all at once?
It's all gone way too fast.
The moments spent are distant memories that are in my head.
Gliding across the ground with little to none force. My energy is suppressed.
I am now not glass nor sand.
I am now just a mess.
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Short Love Poems
PoetryA collective series of short romance poetry. Indulge in utter weirdness of thoughts being poured into the pages that I wrote in this book. Enjoy.
