What else will they see after they have torn down my defences?
What more wounds do they have to see to know that I am bleeding?
What more do they need than my strength and my weaknesses?
What more will satisfy them than my hopes and dreams?
Will it ever be enough? Anything be enough?
Will I ever be enough? Now or ever?
My blood knows no colour than the hopelessness my eyes have seen.
My heart knows no desires than the broken dreams my mind chases.
Will my heart be enough for them to be finally satiated, from the ever going hunger they have for my tears?
Does my mind needs to shattered than it already has?
Does my heart needs to give out for them to finally stop?
I guess I'll never know..!
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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.
