When I break
And crumble and fall
There are little bits
of broken glass
That will never be found
Pieces to forget
That I lost
In myself
When I've fallen down
Someone is willing
to fill in the cracks
When I can't find bits of glass around
And never forget
Despite your mistakes
You should never stay down
The cracks filled in
Say more of your pain
And even when you're lost
Someone is helping for you to be found
Telling you is easy and myself hard
Our cracks do not make us broken
But instead we are whole
As we find we are golden
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Poems of Death
Poesía***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
