So… sometimes when im bored or upset or especially happy i write poems.
im not that great but it focuses me.
i wrote this one a couple months ago
Shattered Glass
looking out the window glass
trees swaying in the wind, fast
cars drive past without a glance
rain pouring down
the waters swirling all around
soaking the green lucious ground
wanting to be out there
the storm and i a pair
instead of stuck behind this square
reflection looking back at me
looking in, not out at what i see
reminding me of reality
drops on the window are mirrors
of my very own tears
now all turend to pieces of shear
