Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones
For sticks and stones may break my home.
This fragile abode with a transparent gaze,
Often leaves people amazed.
So you see my in’s and out.
A glass house is like a vase.
Prized.
Fragile.
Ornamented.
Look deeper and you’ll see my fears.
For I was a fool to build my years on a house so easy to break.
This is my mistake.
This is powerful. I really like how you can feel the force of the words x
Alys
https://alysjournals.com
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Thank you very much Aly! I appreciate the feedback. I think your blog is very awesome btw!💛
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Thank you ❤
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