Creation

An anvil smashed right through the glass

And hopeless pain had released the gas

And alas, I knew who had arrived

To see me as I demolished my creation and cried

He questioned as to why I ruined it

Whatd I'd spent valuable time creating

I simply shrugged, I didn't know

I simply sighed, "whatever" I told.

He looked down deeply into my eyes

And I have a feeling he too was wanting to cry

But he leaned down and nodded

And he smiled too

Then he told me

"Its not what you intended for it to be,

Its what you make it out as."

Okay so yes I'm a liar I did another poem but I just really wanted to write something and tbh I actually really like this poem for some reason, mostly the final line

Follow Rosie because I wouldnt have had the courage to post it without them :blue_heart: