We all have cracks, tears, and shattered glass within our souls.
Some have more than others but...
We do not wish to seek one who has none.
But we wish to find the one who can say
"Look at me, look at this."
We wish to find the one who sees every bit of broken glass and who will put those pieces into the palms of their hands and say...
"Don't worry I'll keep them."
And we wish to be that kind of person too.
This is how it should be.
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoesíaDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!