Piece By Piece

Midnight_26



I give them out to whoever comes

Even after they're ripped and shredded

They are still handed out like nothings happened

 

They're ripped when someone leaves

They're torn when someone says goodbye fo the last time

They're stomped, stabbed, and shattered

 

Even those closest to me have pulled

Someone I barely know will just throw it away like it's nothing important

They don't understand that this is breaking me

 

But I somehow always find another piece to give

In hope that someone will take it gently

That they would hold it close and never let go

  • Author: Midnight_26 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2014 20:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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