Broken Glass

You and I we´re made of broken glass

broken dreams

broken hope

bitter dust

burnt to ashes

stuck in a timelapse

of what we could have been 

could´ve done

should´ve said

but one thing is certain

and that is that it´s the butterfly affect on my pen

how could this be you ask

but darling you can quit the act 

you and I both know you never cared

you never did

for her or anyone or anything

for how can someone care 

when they are too busy caring about themselves

worried about putting their shattered hopes back together

while they still remain broken glass

This poem is about: 
Our world
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