See Through
There you stand, staring straight through me
I must be empty
No colour, no brains, no history
If you hit me it wouldn't hurt
Yet I'd shatter from the inside
And I'd fall down, But who would pick me up?
Can you see what's inside, or do you see past me?
I admit, yes I'm shallow
But I can't succumb to more
Unfortunately I'm a window
Who's in love with the door.
Copyright © Abbey Haigh | Year Posted 2011
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