The shattered hearts make a mosaic of light on the ground
People are striving to pick up their own pieces but they can't
The shards are sharp, too sharp
I can't pick up my shards
But than he came along
He was wearing gloves
My shards cut through it but he placed them very carefully in a box
"Let me take care of them" he said
"But it's broken" I responded
"I don't mind, shards shine brighter than glass
You shine brighter"
YOU ARE READING
I shattered my own soul
Poetrya bundle of love poems, I suspect there are gonna be a lot of bitter love poems but I'll try to include happy ones and now all your love is wasted, but who the hell was I?~ skinny love
