god creates his people
as a broken piece
as fragments of sadness
being left to bleed
we're all created equal
but we're all created broken
just a broken soul
waiting to be awoken
two broken souls
when apart they may seem severed
the moment that they meet
every fracture fits together
and when their hearts
stop each other's bleed
that's when that broken soul
becomes
complete
// you were my matching piece//
-j.l
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Broken Souls
Poetrylove is like glass. it may break once or twice but in the end it lasts.
