She was as sharp as shattered glass,
And just as broken too.
Maybe it was the drugs,
The lust,
The pain,
Who knew?
If only she was a mirror,
So we could pick her up without getting cut.
And show her reflection,
Revealing the truth.
-A.M.
YOU ARE READING
And then We Were Woke.
PoetryA creation made from the inner mind of yours truly. -please don't steal my work, please & thanks. -Stay Captivated✨
