snowprincess

Shattered Pottery
Spotted works of pottery
Fall shattering to the floor
Sprinkle clay and paint around
Across the wooden door
Make out a picture clear
Of a cat and bird in love

What do we know of love
While lying on the tiled pottery
The entrance is not clear
Nor is the wounded floor
To close the open door
And lose our way around

There is no one around
To tell us what is love
They simply closed the door
And left us with the pottery
Lying broken on the floor
The picture clouded not clear

Do not try to clear
The pieces all around
The dying, crying floor
That does not care for love
As it hates the pottery
That shattered to the door

I really didn't know what to write with nothing exciting happening or anything. I guess a poem was all i could think of