Poem: Shattered Mirror 2
Cut, splintered, like this mirror, all the pieces of me staring back. Looking past them to your picture lying underneath the glass, I see only glimpses of you. Getting past the pieces takes time, and sometimes […]
Cut, splintered, like this mirror, all the pieces of me staring back. Looking past them to your picture lying underneath the glass, I see only glimpses of you. Getting past the pieces takes time, and sometimes […]
