Above all the rushing of the world
we're still broken pieces laying around
trying so hard to place them back together
in hopes for no one to notice any flaw
We're broken pieces trying so hard to be whole again
Like we've never been damaged
Even after many fixes
we couldn't be mended in the way we used to
we're still in this incomplete scene
like our soul can shatter at any moment
And we're here with our bare hands holding it together
gripping so hard to never let the rope of life go.
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Fragile
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
