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This House is Made of Glass

Sometimes the wind blows
onto my home and it sways

My foundation is made of sand
settled on the shaking land
I can see the world from here
and I think I'm safe from man

But I'm not safe from me
when I love, I start to bleed
when I scream the windows crack
when I rage I break,
and the mirrors crash

Oh, Im not safe from me
there's nothing for relief
just diaphanous floors
and gossamer drapes
beyond closed doors
and when you sigh, I weep

This house is made of glass
and when it storms, it hails
I cut myself on the cracks
trying so hard to fit
all the pieces back
but my hands..

They're weak




































Written by fieryangelsouljia (M6rr6g6n)
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