My heart
Is gone
Shattered at a young age
I tried again and again
To build it back
To protect it
But it's been shattered
One to many times
And the dust slips between my fingers
My heart is gone
You can keep what's left
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Author:
Birddie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2020 16:50
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Comments1
all puzzles come boxed - in shattered pieces, until that fateful day when worthy eyes - innately, touch and weave once loose pieces: whole, beautifully framed as nature intended,
sadly - yet again, they may be forced to separate from each other but every owner places the puzzle back in its box a little more complete, till finally the destined day of realisation is fulfilled and the puzzle sheds its own box, flaunts its pieces - arranged in the way it feels best: for itself and struts down the road, to offer a helping hand for the next box of broken pieces it recognises: as untapped potential... 🤝
thank for sharing and inspiring my scribble,
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