I fixed myself so many times
that right now I don't know what's right
don't know which one is me
don't know which one is not
I been broken for some time
and I know now that I can't be repair
but all the pieces
work for some reason
something has given them hope
has given them faith
for them to shine every day
I know I'm not perfect
I have my defects
I'm broken in pieces
but I don't care
cause when I see the sky at night
I see a lot of stars shining bright
they're not together
they're apart
and I like to think
that's my heart
it's not together
and it's apart
but it's shine every time
it gets dark
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PoetryPoems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.