broken pieces
of an empty shell
lonely wanderers
their souls they sell.
an empty world
with nothing to gain
lets you lose everything
then get lost in the rain.
an ocean of sorrow
waiting to take
all you hold dear
just to watch you break.
i tell you this
so that you may live
for i am just a broken soul
with nothing else to give.
YOU ARE READING
cold nights, city lights
PoetryPoetry inspired by long nights spent staring into the galaxies, and letting my mind wander with my eyes.
