Broken Glass Poem by Missy Poet

Going back to where it started
ohh yes, the broken glass
we stayed arguing for a long time broken hearted
then....silence...
nothing but silence i thought would last
to define broken glass
a memory i wouldnt want to retreive
a memory i would like to give away...
why are we like this? ...
always putting the negatives first
have you ever though of the impact glass? ..
the glass you can beleive in untile comes true
yes...
thats the memory i would love to last.