Beautiful Mess

I want to be

your spilt glitter,

a beautiful mess.

Now you can try

and clean me up,

save me maybe,

but it don’t matter,

because I’ll still be

there,

a glisten that

catches your eye

on the day you

thought you had

forgotten about me.

I am spilt glitter.

I am a mess.

I am beautiful.

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