Broken
Mended
Smashed
Glued.
What am I supposed to do?
One has my heart, while the other has the pieces the other doesn't have.
When torn apart, one took the splinters, and one took it out of my hand.
One lost his head, and one picked up my broken shattered pieces,
One fled and ran, and the other smoothed and ironed the creases.
An old story told, and a new story started that hasn't been written.
A fire gone cold, and a new burning kindle that's just beginning.
Broken
Polished
Glued
Pieces.
My heart has been to many places.
One has saved me.
The other betrayed me.
One or the other,
Two different faces.
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The Only Exception...
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. They are about love. They are about life. They are passion, Motivation. They are words for the soul.
