A Fool Repeats His Actions

Christina K

I place my hope in people

like I place

heavy bricks

on thin glass.

And I wrap the cuts on my hand

with second chances

and dust the glass shards off

like disappointment

doesn't exist.

Who ever found love

in something so unstable?

Maybe I'll be first.

  • Author: Christina K (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2018 21:56
  • Category: Love
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