We are two halves of a broken song,
Each with our scars,
Mental and physical
Yet we hold on strong.
You wear your wounds like threads of gold
Bright and beautiful
A beating heart amongst the cold
I hide my cracks
afraid to be bold
Would people still like me
If they saw me as a whole?
We fight and falter, drift and collide
But in your eyes, I no longer hide
You take my pieces rough and torn
In your hands, I am reborn
You fill the gaps where silence lay
I heal the parts you push away
In our chaos, we somehow find
A quiet peace that binds the mind
Imperfect hearts, but somehow whole
Together mending, heart and soul
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
