We are all broken in some form or the other,
It's a cruel place to live in.
All we have is each other.
Let it be the fallen grades or the broken hearts.
We are souls with broken parts.
Let it be the chaos at home or the struggles at work.
We are all waiting to get a fresh start.
Let it be the warmth of sunlight or the calmness of night.
The thread that held us had long been out of sight.
Tired of finding the broken pieces
Letting the tide take us, wherever it reaches.
YOU ARE READING
Dont mind the Lyrics
PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
