Poems from mangocaulfield
Shattered glass.
I want to be shattered.
Shattered glass is so
Delicate and beautiful.
You see, I've always wanted
To be small. But not...
I need to be alive right now.
Alive, like fireworks of last
Night, I am the smoke after
The fireworks, teenage years.
See, children are...
One day, I'll be different.
I won't speak like I do now.
I'll be a better person, I guess,
but I'm sick of changing,
Deranging something...
I'm so sorry.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
I just wanted
To hide, I
find a new
reason every day.
I'm scared of
Growing up,
So I...
There are feathers here.
Light, beautiful, no one can
Trust them, they can betray
You, but they're beautiful.
There is cold here.
Excuses...