Glass

Glass
Current mood: bouncy

Strange world

made of glass

soul of glass

eyes of glass

ears of glass

heart of glass

can you see

do you hear do you feel?

Whats it like,to not be real?

tell me poet

in your finest words

string them together

paint them as they are

a masterpiece of the marred

sons rise and sons set

rainbows reflect

on a surface to perfect

set fire to the rhythm

but is it all worth it?

strange world

built of stone

I know it probably does not make much sense to you but it was a random poem i put to paper so get over it and thank you for reading :]