I'm broken, and I'm sure
Your parents detest
Past girlfriends your friends
Claim but I am a mess
There you are wrapped in
Perfection with God on your side
And I'm at the corner of Sin
City trying to catch a ride
You're mister fix it, mister
Always to be complete
And me an experiment
Torn apart from head to knee
You see a note from me and
You ignore it on your dresser
It's nothing this time I just need you
To put me back together
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
