Love Is Blown Glass


Fire burning with passion
twists and turns the liquid glass into something
...momentarily pleasurable
Once rejected for what its become it ends up growing
cold,
fragile,
and
alone...

Eventually left, broken, by the carelessness of others
Until a unique soul decides to rekindle the fire
softening the sharp shards that keep others from coming close
into something the world never thought it could be.

Reminding the world that nothing is ever truly broken.

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