Things begin, things end
Something starts, something starts
You make a pal, you loose a friend
But if it's so natural, why does it hurt?
It took so much work to make
I'm still tired of the strain
I spent so much time
Just to let it break
I watch you fall apart
Why don't you see
That your broken hearts
Are hurting me
YOU ARE READING
Broken, Bent, Becoming Whole
PoesíaThese are just various verses and choruses in songs I'm working on. They can be read like poetry, but I hope to put them to music someday.
