20 November 2012
I am an empty vase With a pretty shinny glaze, My outside may make you stare- But inside I am bare.
I am a wilting flower My kind known wide and far, Cut my stem and watch me fade My beauty gone as quickly as made.
I am a common eraser I don't seam to have a place here, My personality it flakes With ever use of me you take.
I am a delicate person I never learn my lesson, I put myself in pains way- I'll sort it out one day.
One Day • Opuss № I