Broken Glass
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You and I we´re made of broken glass
broken dreams
broken hope
bitter dust
burnt to ashes
stuck in a timelapse
of what we could have been
could´ve done
should´ve said
Different,
Yes,
But just like you;
Only I have a gift.
I can make castles,
So pure,
So clean.
Watch,
I'll show you.
This city,
A city of glass,
So fragile with yourslef
Often forgetting to clean yourslef
So cracked with mis-conception
Often to transperent to think for yourslef
So eager to reflect what you see
One may see themselves as they pass,
But I see myself through broken glass.
One's perfections may be another one's flaws,
But I see myself wondering about it all.
One may flaunt, one may fall,
