My Grandma used to keep a glass doll in her room,
I was fascinated by it.
She never let me touch it,
Fearful that my childish ways would harm it,
Let it crack.
One day I did touch it.
The sparkling doll fell out of my hand,
Devastation filled the air with the lost of a beloved item.
I learned that i'm untrustable around breakable items.
I was a child when I shattered it, but the broken face of the crystallized beauty still haunts my memories ever since.
Then I met you.
The human form of the doll,
Porcelain skin in place of shimmering transparencies,
Features that look like they were carved by the most renown artist.
A glass angel you are,
The slightest touch could shatter you.
If my grandma was here she would tell me not to crack you,
Never let you go.
I won't shatter you like I did too that doll,
I won't break you,
I won't smudge you.
You're my chance to make up for the past.
You my glass doll.
I won't harm you.