My heart is made of glass,
my life and soul one in the ordament.
Clashing colors of the stripes and dots,
nothing what it seems in the mirror.
But then you come and take it in your hands,
holding it gently with nothing to spare.
Protect it with your life,
so I don't have to worry about it.
But you didn't do as I asked and made mistakes,
cracks forming in the surface of the crystal.
Then you just threw it away to shatter to the floor,
sand and snow all over my life again.
That is how a life shatters.
Author notes
Somewhat true, but not to this extreame.
A contest entry
- I Want Some Good Poetry! by kales4.
300 points, ended January 5, 2008, 41 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Thank you for entering my contest! This poem was very much a little bit of everything in my options... at first i didnt even notice that you used some of the words the fit in the context of the poem so wonderfully. I hope this isn't a true story, as it is very sad. My favourite line in this poem is how you descrie your heart with the stripes and dots. Good Luck!
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oh this is so sad.. is it true story?? or just for the contes? lovely poetry all the same and best of luck
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