you are the words I couldn't speak
you are the tears I couldn't keep
you are the day I never knew
you are the moon I never had
you are the poem I couldn't write
you are the song I couldn't sing
you are the home I thought I knew
you are the hope I thought I had
you are my world, my light, my life
you are the one I wished I had
and now to see - to know you're here
you are the love I longed to meet.
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Broken Pieces
PoetryWhat happens when the image of self is lost? Where does one begin to look for their 'self'? Broken Pieces is a collection of poems that explores and addresses the emotions that make us human: love, the absence of, and the discovery of love for self...
