Dust

Birddie Jane

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

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Birddie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2020 16:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    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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