Shatter

I gingerly step down the street,
And slip on a frozen puddle.
I'm easily angered today I suppose, because I smash it.
I look at the peices lying there,
Like a million broken hearts,
But today I don't care.
I pick one up, throw it,
A million tiny pieces fly,
It's almost beautiful,
Untill they fall. 
 

emi_art_now

NY

14 years old

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