Vase

What am I? 

A doormat for your shoes? 

Cobblestone for your steps? 

Am I meant for nothing more 

than a book, open pages, 

assigned by your english professor, 

homework that’s late? 

Not for your perusal, 

not for your sweet talks. 

Don’t make a promise out of glass and drop it off the edge that is this cliff that is this life that is my heart and soul and 

Don’t crack your mother’s vase. 

Lights-camera-action

VT

15 years old

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