We speak yet do you truly hear me?
Our words are but a mist,
Against the walls we built up.
Only when we fight do we truly see,
The flaws between the bliss,
Yet we turn our heads.
Naive to the cuts as we bleed,
Fixed by a bandaid kiss,
Though the wound still flows.
Yet, I still love you.
We may be broken,
But fractured perfectly,
Our broken pieces fit together,
Like a puzzle that was meant to be.
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PoeticBiscuit (
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Meanwhile - I am perfect, not human! heehee (I wish I would shut up. lol).
Had me at the first few lines and then of course you ended it so sweet, like a Bitter Symphony. I couldn't wait to read!
Always a pleasure
In your company!
this is why classic metaphors are timeless, when they fit so well - it's like reading them anew all over again,
there is a quality of unfiltered truth to your writing style, an innate skill that's very hard to learn
Great writing nicely expressed poem
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