If my heart is a glass
And it cracks for every pain I've felt,
Then it is broken apart now.
Pieces of my glass heart
Been played and tumbled
Making it blunt.
Or was it hurt so much
That the pieces became grains
As small as sand?
As it experiences pain
I became numb in picking the pieces up.
Maybe I can collect it, remelt and make a new glass heart.
Smaller but thicker.
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late night poems
Poetryhad insomnia, can't sleep, don't want to start, do, or finish homework? wrote a poem. sometimes prompts. sometimes with music. maybe would help me. maybe not. random thoughts. 3 am. rain. sad playlist. expressing self.
