Broke Glass

Go ahead,

don't be afraid,

compare it to broken glass,

besides,

it's the same thing

as it's shattered

on the floor,

both layed out

scattered in many pieces,

hanging on to hopes

of one day being repaired,

it's broken because it was

treated in careless ways,

not held tightly,

and left unattended to,

it knew it wouldn't be long

before an accident occurred, fingers slipping on the handle,

it will soon be dismantled,

all the while

it is wishing that it

had someone better,

someone who will cherish it,

and treat it for all

that it's worth,

not someone

who just uses it,

to quench their little thirst,

as it lies on the floor

in small fine pieces,

it just hopes someone

comes along,

and accepts it for who it is,

seeing the beauty behind

the scars,

and the bruises,

And putting it back together,

and with that type

of hope,

that shows that it still

wants to live,

but it waits

for that love

that really wants to give,

but once it's back

together

it knows it will never

be the same,

cause some fragments,

and fine pieces

will be missing

never to be filled again,

unless that person

is the one

who can be the special mend,

someone who can hold

it tight,

never to let it slip,

holding it with two hands

with a real firm grip,

filling those spaces with

love that it needs,

cause a heart

is like a glass

it should never be freed

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