And we
are never meant to
waste our time
looking for parts
they took and threw
Those parts,
they've been
broken too much,
You won't even
recognize
which fragment
would still
fit you
Now our hands,
they bleed and hurt,
but we still
pick up at the sharp edges
and we make a mosaic,
an art,
out of all our
remaining
pieces
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This Is Everything I Didn't Say
PoetryDear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIM...
