Glass flower

They say she was like a flower

A flower so delicate that it almost seemed she needed to be handled with tweezers

But I say she’s a glass flower, precious and beautiful

Her smile was bright and her personalities match

But time and time again,

Her heart, soul and spirit cracked,

little.

by.

little.

Until one day, she couldn’t bear with it anymore

Her spirit, heart and soul was too broken.