Shatters .
I find myself playing with the scraps of a person. Collecting and building slowly giving all my time spirit and love.
I build with the same love I wished my mother is capable of.
To see more than a fake smile and look in to my eyes and beneath.
To see the beauty of a person for more than public appearance, to understand to love a person inside and out. To understand what it means to look at something so hurt and collect the scraps with more words than just "if you don't like something change it."
To feel every emotion.
I have learned to find the shatters of a person and see there flaws and beauty.
No person is ugly. They are just scrapped, scratched, and frail.
But everything broken can be fixed.
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If i could truly understand.
PoesíaReality and imagination seen by the eyes of my soul. If i could truly understand I wouldn't write. If i could write I wouldn't write to myself as a soul to human. I can't comprehend what I always feel but hopefully my poems or stories help you under...
