And maybe, if you close your eyes
And listen close enough,
Someday, somewhere,
You'll hear
The sound of a perfectly whole heart
Breaking for the first time.
Maybe you'll hear the pieces
As they fall to the ground
Like sand slipping through fingers.
Maybe you'll even hear
A cry for help
And maybe you'll want to
Run to that sound.
But maybe you'll realize
That the broken pieces
Were calling for
The one who
Broke them in the first place.
And maybe it'll shake you
To your very soul
To think of how
These little things behind our chest
We're designed to
Hold on to every shred
Even when they know
There's nothing left
Anymore.
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
