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