It's the times when
Suddenly one more thing is added
Onto your pile of hurt.
Then
Suddenly you're breaking
And everything from the past
Day
Week
Month
Year
Life
Is all crashing onto you.
And then
Suddenly you play your music
And you sing along to every song
And let go.
I think that dancing alone
Singing off key
Laughing and crying at the same time
I think that's my own
broken kind of beautiful.
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My Little Poetry Collection
PoetryMy poems. My life. I hope this helps others even half as much as it helps me.
