I am broken
some may know me as a doll
or broken glass,
but no matter what,
I bring memories of past.
Torn from the inside
the only thing keeping me together
are the those memories
that many have shared with me.
Now barely held together,
I sit in the corner of a closet,
always waiting
and always watching.
some may know me as a doll
or broken glass,
but no matter what,
I bring memories of past.
Torn from the inside
the only thing keeping me together
are the those memories
that many have shared with me.
Now barely held together,
I sit in the corner of a closet,
always waiting
and always watching.
It's uhm... well... a poem. Obviously. But it took a little more thought than most for me... but otherwise... it probably needs work...
