My Little Glass

In my hands, I held a glass
A glass with waves en masse
Frothy and blue and violent were they,
Crashing down and down; all night and all day.

A storm would come,
The waves; a great sum
And my little glass;
A broken, wet mess.

– Just a very random, strange little poem I wrote. I love writing these sorts of things… If y’all liked this, let me know. I can post tons more. 🙂

Carpe Diem!


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