Glass Rose Poem by Moth Harris

precious moments of bliss and pleasance
not one goes uncharished in my fragile mind
If ever broken I'm afraid I'd lose it all
A rose with glass pedals only brakes at the stem
Unless the flowers around it hold onto them

So will you hold me now, the balance is all the same
I feel like I'm toppling somehow, don't want to shatter at the frame
but you always seem to catch me, and take away the blame
now you always seem to set me free, I love whate we became