Like water spilled over the edge
I'm crashing to the ground
I'm a yolk broken in the hot, dark frying pan
My insides splattered over black and white
I'm tied to the kite
The little girl refuse to let fall
I'm the piece of thread in your shirt
That got caught in some sharp object
I'm a clothe that held too much dye
The colours dispersed in your laundry
Like a pair of old running shoes
I'm loved then discarded.
