I have a broken vase
It sits by itself on a shelf
I like it to collect dust
And open the cracks further
Till I quite literally think it might burst
My parents come and tell me
To make it look more alive
They decorate it with roses
But incompetent as they are
The thorns scratch
What once was beautiful
Into a mangled chaotic mess
I have a broken vase
It sits by itself on a shelf
I like it to collect dust
Because it is mine.
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Author:
foldingchairs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was one I wrote when I was younger. I in no way am a poet but I still like to write and I just like to but it in a finished format.
- Category: Family
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Comments2
A very nice write...good work
Wow, uhhh thanks.
It's very good, i like this form of poetry.
Thanks! I honestly just wrote what I thought, I don't even know what you would call it.
I would call it "amazing". (;
Awww thanks 🙂
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