From strangers to strangers with memories we evolve.
Wheels rotate. Move forward. Just to reach the same point.
Now you see it with whole new eyes. The ones that sparkled before and still do but now, it glistens with tears.
Happy or sad, it's fathom to seperate the two.
Years down the lane, flushed through in a second.
Garbage. Out.
Broken hearts. Broken minds. Broken promises.
We swim forward. And forward we swim.
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Pieces of Me
RandomA collection of poems that I believe are the essence of me and my truth. It encapsulates my love, my thoughts and so essentially they are the pieces of me. I hope you find them soulful just as I do.
