The Glassblower was suicidal
Until he found his heart
Florescent butterfly wings
Encased in a sphere of glass
It's making it's way to Alice
In a catatonic state of mind
They think she likes the colours
And thats what makes her cry
Sneaking up to the rooftop
These wings were made to fly
The shards fly like a nail bomb
Like a web falling through the sky
Now you are free whispers Alice
Like the dreams inside my mind
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2017 09:20
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Comments1
ah, you almost brought a tear to my eye. beautifully written. I love this work of your and can't wait for the next one.
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