Think about it. What if everything WAS different? What would happen? How would you change? How would the people around you change? If you think about it, the way things would be different, might even make it more like it once was.
Try this book of p...
How can you see through glass That is shattered on the floor Look through the window And see my heart so sore
You keep trying to put the pieces together But you only cut your hands Sometimes it's best to leave things Even when you can't understand
I watch you from this window Wishing you were mine I know that I could help you If you'd ever give me the time
I can't wash out the blood stain But I can close the wound For even in the midst of ashes I've seen how the flowers bloomed
You are beauty in pain Perseverant and pure But I see how you ache From this hurt you endure
So come to my window I'll hold your scarred hand I love every damaged inch of you With all that I am
~end~
Hello there, I hope that you are having a good start to your week. This poem circulates around many topics for me, but I am very curious about how it hit for you. If you would like, feel free to write in the comments if and what you thought/felt when reading this. I'm quite curious, since everyone's mind is so outstandingly different!
Thanks for readin'!
Love, Stardusttoad 💜
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There comes a point in our lives where we all shatter.
