When a heart of gold can break into pieces
My heart of glass might be torn
Walkin' out as glass house heat increases
My shadows in the light forlorn
Waitin' here for the moment when peace is
Faces once worn lost in the storm
White dust settling into their new creases
Feel the first crack tear and form
Behind the glass beats a part you never knew
Breaking apart or breaking out
Between your ribs something's shining through
Bravely true against the doubt
Your light from its cage awoken
Sea of gold, into my cracks it pours
Yeah, we might be broken
See my rough edges fitting into yours
If your torn rims match mine
Tears leave traces on the trail of time
It begins by crossing a line
Till your embrace is warming the rime
Sometimes in the cold
All we need is a hand to hold
And every scar lined with gold
Is a story yet untold
"We are all broken. That's how the light gets in." - Ernest Hemingway
"In Japan, broken objects are often repaired with gold. The flaw is seen as a unique piece of the object's history, which adds to its beauty. Consider this when you feel broken."
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Mind of April
PoetryPoesiesammlung: Poetry-Slam-Texte und Gedichte "Menschen sind wie Bücher, von innen größer als von außen."
