Made of GlassA Poem by Brianna WoodwardCrowded hallways, Loud rooms. People talking, Love blooms. Quiet smiles, Sweet laughs, All unnoticed, All surpassed. Small and fragile, Eyes with sheen, Always looked at, Never seen. In the backdrop, Always last. Stands the girl, That’s made of glass. © 2012 Brianna WoodwardReviews |
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6 Reviews Added on January 17, 2012 Last Updated on March 23, 2012 AuthorBrianna WoodwardNYAboutAn unpublished teenage author (though hoping to change the first part). Just the usual small(ish) town girl, living in a lonely world, except the city boy missed his midnight train going an.. more.. |

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